Now i'm working on a final project i can show
Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe
Super magic, abracadabra kid
Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,
Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart
I step up in the spot, they get to working hard
But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,
Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
Got a house on hundred acres
Left me at the farm with strangers
Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose
We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news
Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs
And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love
Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk
From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word
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