This is a song about "Worked hard"

Tell me what woulda worked.

Look, cole world, still a cold world

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Unless i worked in tunnels and doing work with shovels

Worked all night to fit these into lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Could've worked at mcdonalds, i said fuck that scary ass clown

And i came up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

I'm getting worked up and my head is light

Killa never let the drama slide

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano