Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine
You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine
I work.. and the weapon is off safe
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Thinking it's work and really,
Doing work and being progressive, impressive
Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with
And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child
People forgettin about hard work and that grind
Your body's saying things i ain't never heard
That's why this shits simple and ain't my best work
I work hard, and i never stop
Came from the bottom, aiming for the top
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