Work 4 It

My next track better than the last one
Last tape could've been my last
Like the "lost ones"
Young Cack in a state of sleep
Thinking 'bout the Robbery
That I did last week
Yeah this shit gon' bang like a pistol made me
Top down ain't no rental baby
If I get my shit right
All the written shit I spit tight
How I'm speaking I might end up in a fist fight
Silent killer though
Really I'm the illest doe
Youngest in the city
I ain't even at my pinnacle
Sipping pinnacle
Drank a lil' much, born sinner though
Now the shorties lookin' identical

Everybody want what I got but won't work for it
Too bad buddy gotta work for it
Everybody want what I got but won't work for it
Too bad buddy gotta work for it

I kick a rhyme sippin' moonshine
All this shit I'm rapping 'bout, I do it in my free time
Been on campus for the meantime
And lately, I've been focusing on me time
I don't hit 'em with a reply
If you ain't talking money in the DM's
Hit the decline
Hit em with the rewind
In this state of rap
Might add some singing on the B-Side
Like
When ya over here
Catch me feeling up on you, aye
I get in my feels
And I'm singing about you, aye
Don't know what to do
When our texts are all blue
That shit is just not cute
I need to lay off you, aye

Everybody want what I got but won't work for it
Too bad buddy gotta work for it
Everybody want what I got but won't work for it
Too bad buddy gotta work for it