Hard Work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
Rappers are frauds and they lie on the daily
That's why I don't consider myself a rapper
I am an artist so don't get it backwards
Y'all should stop rapping and start being actors
Capping for clout not about what they stating
They all wanna blow with one song on their playlist
Gave up when they knew that it took dedication
And marketing, planning, and work to get famous
It's no wonder, everybody think they gonna be one hit wonders
Why they plunge and they go under
While I plunder in hunger, I caught ammonia, I'm on ya, like a hunter
Bad aroma, a punter
Kick it off right, with a track so tight it made em all runners
They wanna stop me and drop me
Cuz they find me striking as lighting but get caught in my rolling thunder
I sunk your ship now you're going under
A submarine that can't rise when it wants
A bar from me is like a jab to the gut
I guess this one hit made em all wonder
Yea, How I gained this much power
A hint, it's from rappers that I have devoured
They sour patch rappers, they sweet and they sour
With my motivation the world could be ours
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
Yo
The flow so sickening it's killing em it's venomous
Like Eminem spitting venom is, so ridiculous
I'm sicker than syphilis, mixed with a little bit a villainous
No stimulant, no Ritalin
No getting rid of it, long range drilling it
Rhythm is, top tier, killing it
Filled with adrenaline
Lacking the innocence, in a sense, still got the will like a dealership
Test my penmanship
Death is imminent
Pockets limitless
Top two winning it
Cuz I'm not two, if I start then I finish it
You're an actor, I'm too real to mimic it
Flow like lava and only get hotter
Spit from the top like boiling water
Or did I mean grease?
Give me a chance I can make em deceased
I bet that they wishing that they could replace me but I think they realized I can't be
Cuz I'm on a level they can't reach
And I am the boss that they can't beat
They'll only get lost if they chase me cuz
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They always talking bout clapping in gang fashion
They ain't really bout action they make captions
They want me in a straight jacket, I'm straight spazzing
I ain't as hard as it gets? U must work at lids, u stay capping
Don't say average
I'm one of the greats, and great it
Don't treat my flows like your sex life and straight jack it, I break habits
Caught 4 with the dot, a grade average
Zero tolerance if I get my shot
And I raise it at em
I aim it at em, it bangs at em, your brain splatters, the pain gathers
Side effects of a deranged rapper, untamed dragon
I stay dragging your name, with one foot in the grave
I think u made a mistake, it's your casket
Glory I bask in, your fame I'll be robbin'
I'm snatching this game from whoever's relaxing
No time for vacation I'm making this music for fun
No genie can grant me this passion
I'm fly like Aladdin, I don't need a Jasmine
I'd rather be a never had then a has been
I'd rather be out getting cash and then laugh at the bashers
I'm dasher I'm reigning the fastest
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
Rappers are frauds and they lie on the daily
That's why I don't consider myself a rapper
I am an artist so don't get it backwards
Y'all should stop rapping and start being actors
Capping for clout not about what they stating
They all wanna blow with one song on their playlist
Gave up when they knew that it took dedication
And marketing, planning, and work to get famous
It's no wonder, everybody think they gonna be one hit wonders
Why they plunge and they go under
While I plunder in hunger, I caught ammonia, I'm on ya, like a hunter
Bad aroma, a punter
Kick it off right, with a track so tight it made em all runners
They wanna stop me and drop me
Cuz they find me striking as lighting but get caught in my rolling thunder
I sunk your ship now you're going under
A submarine that can't rise when it wants
A bar from me is like a jab to the gut
I guess this one hit made em all wonder
Yea, How I gained this much power
A hint, it's from rappers that I have devoured
They sour patch rappers, they sweet and they sour
With my motivation the world could be ours
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
Yo
The flow so sickening it's killing em it's venomous
Like Eminem spitting venom is, so ridiculous
I'm sicker than syphilis, mixed with a little bit a villainous
No stimulant, no Ritalin
No getting rid of it, long range drilling it
Rhythm is, top tier, killing it
Filled with adrenaline
Lacking the innocence, in a sense, still got the will like a dealership
Test my penmanship
Death is imminent
Pockets limitless
Top two winning it
Cuz I'm not two, if I start then I finish it
You're an actor, I'm too real to mimic it
Flow like lava and only get hotter
Spit from the top like boiling water
Or did I mean grease?
Give me a chance I can make em deceased
I bet that they wishing that they could replace me but I think they realized I can't be
Cuz I'm on a level they can't reach
And I am the boss that they can't beat
They'll only get lost if they chase me cuz
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They always talking bout clapping in gang fashion
They ain't really bout action they make captions
They want me in a straight jacket, I'm straight spazzing
I ain't as hard as it gets? U must work at lids, u stay capping
Don't say average
I'm one of the greats, and great it
Don't treat my flows like your sex life and straight jack it, I break habits
Caught 4 with the dot, a grade average
Zero tolerance if I get my shot
And I raise it at em
I aim it at em, it bangs at em, your brain splatters, the pain gathers
Side effects of a deranged rapper, untamed dragon
I stay dragging your name, with one foot in the grave
I think u made a mistake, it's your casket
Glory I bask in, your fame I'll be robbin'
I'm snatching this game from whoever's relaxing
No time for vacation I'm making this music for fun
No genie can grant me this passion
I'm fly like Aladdin, I don't need a Jasmine
I'd rather be a never had then a has been
I'd rather be out getting cash and then laugh at the bashers
I'm dasher I'm reigning the fastest
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
They gave up on the hard work
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Writer(s): Ricky Stewart
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