Put In Work

I be spitting till my throat hurts
24/7 put in work
They be clout chasing for the perks
I tried that but I felt worse
Yeah I felt worse
Write gold I could sell words
I could sell words

Sometimes I swear that I work too hard
Pockets stay ripped money burn too fast
They say they lit they ain't turnt like us
Bout to catch a flight, yeah earth to mars
Word to Elon
In a rocket no tags turn the key on
Stars in the ceiling go for eons
Outer space, that's the type of shit I be on
Yeah, levitate, gotta elevate
I don't medicate, gotta better way
I just meditate, yeah soul search
Got my head straight, I don't smoke purp

I be spitting till my throat hurts
24/7 put in work
They be clout chasing for the perks
I tried that but I felt worse
Yeah I felt worse
Write gold I could sell words
I could sell words

Ain't nobody safe from the flow
You don't know
You ain't never gave the pay from your show
To the bro, just so he can have meal right
You a got a clue, what that feel like
Let me tell you
Thats an easy fucking call
They all thought that we'd fall
Now the whole gang on tour
Look at that, how the tables turn
Swear to god I had to work for it
Guess you'll have to take my word for it
Taking flight but it's turbulent
Fuck 12 let Serve warrants

I be spitting till my throat hurts
24/7 put in work
They be clout chasing for the perks
I tried that but I felt worse
Yeah I felt worse
Write gold I could sell words
I could sell words



Credits
Writer(s): James Sikora
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