Workin'

Speaking for the young ones and the chasers

The ones that's misguided by their greatness

Holdin' on to fakeness

Scratch that deamon off it dont make sense

Running up these numbers tryna make ends

God willing we keep this ship together

When i spit i throw flamez in this cold weather

Wrote this verse seven thirty middle of december

I'm so eager to get better you don't know the feeling

I just want that trap money to have purpose

Fuck the club build yo business up cuz it's worth it

You're misguided by the people all around you