Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,
They call me say, word
If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none
Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven
Work and i work just to make a punchline
In that aston martin on these niggas, game time
Doing work and being progressive, impressive
With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth
I'm inhuman, i work differently
If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see
Work that wrist im the maestro,
One time for the 305, though
Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit
Had niggas asking: what has happened to my work ethic
Outstanding clout, what up greg street
With no work ethic to succeed.
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