Work for It
My heart growing harder, I'm wearing this armor
I feel like a warrior, making my three's, I don't need the 4th quarter
I pray on my knees, cause i keep myself humble
I stay on my toes, no I don't even stumble
And these niggas fold under pressure, they crumble
When my niggas link up they know that we trouble
Connection is heavy like we hitting doubles,
Haters talked shit, now we don't hear no mumbles
I been in my bag, I been in my duffle
Calling the shots just like i'm in the huddle
Just call me the greatest, there is no rebuttal
I'm digging these graves, told you don't get in my way
Told you to get off my wave, I'm on a different phase
I'm on a different page, got dreams of being on stage
Got dreams of my idols becoming my rivals, where I gotta kill em for my own survival
I been working hard, and I don't feel entitled
I'm coming for titles and shit, I know these niggas be spiteful as shit
Taking these Ls but denying that shit
Kept it a stack, i am as real as it gets, I'm feeling this shit, yeah
They don't even know I been on my wave
I been doing my own thing, yeah
They don't even know that I slave for this shit, that I work for this shit, yeah
I been coming for the top spot, time is ticking like a stop watch
Stayin ready, I got one shot
Shooting targets, like a red dot
If I'm not focused get my shit rocked
Stayin stagnant like a deadlock
But that can't happen, imma never let it, imma keep on growing like a dreadlock
I got all this rage, and I just control it, but I got the urge to let the lion out of the cage
I take a deep breath and I loosen my fists, I'm callin that an exchange
I'm changing my energy, make friends with enemies, know that I'm coming of age
To reach my potential, and get my credentials, I can't work for minimum wage
Securing my bag, on a paper chase
These niggas can't fool me, no poker face
I never been one to bite on the bate, but i been so hungry, i'd scrape the plate
I been hella busy building my base
I had to learn that this shit ain't a race
It takes dedication to be a great, and i'm on pace
They don't even know I been
Doing my own thing
That I slave for this shit, that I work for this shit, yeah
I feel like a warrior, making my three's, I don't need the 4th quarter
I pray on my knees, cause i keep myself humble
I stay on my toes, no I don't even stumble
And these niggas fold under pressure, they crumble
When my niggas link up they know that we trouble
Connection is heavy like we hitting doubles,
Haters talked shit, now we don't hear no mumbles
I been in my bag, I been in my duffle
Calling the shots just like i'm in the huddle
Just call me the greatest, there is no rebuttal
I'm digging these graves, told you don't get in my way
Told you to get off my wave, I'm on a different phase
I'm on a different page, got dreams of being on stage
Got dreams of my idols becoming my rivals, where I gotta kill em for my own survival
I been working hard, and I don't feel entitled
I'm coming for titles and shit, I know these niggas be spiteful as shit
Taking these Ls but denying that shit
Kept it a stack, i am as real as it gets, I'm feeling this shit, yeah
They don't even know I been on my wave
I been doing my own thing, yeah
They don't even know that I slave for this shit, that I work for this shit, yeah
I been coming for the top spot, time is ticking like a stop watch
Stayin ready, I got one shot
Shooting targets, like a red dot
If I'm not focused get my shit rocked
Stayin stagnant like a deadlock
But that can't happen, imma never let it, imma keep on growing like a dreadlock
I got all this rage, and I just control it, but I got the urge to let the lion out of the cage
I take a deep breath and I loosen my fists, I'm callin that an exchange
I'm changing my energy, make friends with enemies, know that I'm coming of age
To reach my potential, and get my credentials, I can't work for minimum wage
Securing my bag, on a paper chase
These niggas can't fool me, no poker face
I never been one to bite on the bate, but i been so hungry, i'd scrape the plate
I been hella busy building my base
I had to learn that this shit ain't a race
It takes dedication to be a great, and i'm on pace
They don't even know I been
Doing my own thing
That I slave for this shit, that I work for this shit, yeah
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Writer(s): Xori Johnson
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