Work Horse ft. Father Nature & Jarren Benton Lyrics

Uh, Father, aye

Nigga, ask for a feature if your trying to get shown up

Don't say you're gon slide, if you ain't gonna show up

How many different set you gon throw up

Peter Pan niggas they ain't gunna grow up

Me and my niggas, we ain't going for it

Straight out the jungle I came out the forest

Where we come from, me and my niggas the poorest

We had to take it, couldn't afford it

Mom understood but she didn't endorse it

She had the rules, but she couldn't force em

I'm outta line, hop off the porch, and hop in the Porsche

Driving I'm whippin this bitch like I'm playing forza

Looking gorgeous, choppers enormous, KelTec pulled out chain shaped like a transformer

Vroom vrrm revin' my engine, my motor

Getaway car decrepit, I floor it

Stay with your bitch, she get contorted

Rearrange her internal organs, uh

I'm dripping, I'm still in my feelings

I'm sippin dat Fanta, I'm getting the realest

I don't need nah none of ya up my business

I'm fuckin finessin, I'm gettin this interest

On the tour bus, taking short cuts, breaking your trust

I'm a work horse born with a purpose

I ain't never ever been a fucking servant

You a snake ass bitch you a serpent

You lost in the weeds you lurking

You opportunistic, bitch I am assertive

Won't miss my chance and bitch that is certain

Imma keep on turning out all of these verses

We keep burning up all of these herbs and

This ain't for show, pull back the curtains

You gunna see my glass filled up with bourbon

Ain't got a reason to feel nervous

Gun op, we ain't ever gon nerf it

Pull of the trigger, three round bursting

We gunna leave you in need of a Surgeon

Yeah, Benton

My soul not for sale made a whole lotta mail

Before I had any success had to go out and fail

My nigga had fent residue on his nails

Brody just brought down an O off the scale

His mom damn near died when he rolled of with 12

His rapper play ball now ya go off to jail

Sinister guys can't blemish the squad

I detoxed from poison and went through withdrawals

Go off the blocks see the image of frauds

Number one gun clapper, give him applause

The semi go, if I give em the nod

Nigga in Paris so I win abroad

Bitches in awe, so the slip out they bras

Oh you gotta swallow bitch open up

My niggas on the east side, stone mount, GA

Drug dogs slipping up, they ass is on the freeway

Plug look like Julio, you know Enrique

Iglesias, daddy got the K up in the briefcase

Revenge is a dish served cold, fucking cutlery

Ski mask skully, nigga shit'll get ugly

I knew a dumb nigga had to get muddy

I'm on a fuck nigga heads just like Dudley

Yeah sick of the coon, and the nigga tap dancing

All on the internet throwing a tantrum

Dieing for likes, I just down understand em

These bitches high maintenance so imma go phantom

Let's talk about money, rolled in expansion

Bitch it's the bully the black Marilyn Manson

Just gave em a listen, that shit I'm the man and if they don't comply then we murking for ransom