Workhorse

All fours, got six
No rolly around my wrist
I'm on the top floor and we lit
I got the top flow in this bitch
Workhorse, never miss
No diamonds on my fist
I'll reach nirvana thru this bliss
And then I'm falling off this cliff

All fours, got six
No rolly around my wrist
I'm on the top floor and we lit
I got the top flow in this bitch
Workhorse, never miss
No diamonds on my fist
I'll reach nirvana thru this bliss
And then I'm falling off this cliff

All that you say is a parasite, parody
I don't want none of this carroussel, kerosene
Lost in the tubs of this seroquel, terrazine
The cost that you pay for this therapy, tyranny
On top of the game I'm in Paris in parachute
Your name on the list but it's written in minuscule
Never be lame I pull up with the better loot
You'd kill for the fame so we think you are pitiful
Always on grind, I don't wait for a miracle
Steady on time, I could stand on the pinnacle
You're losing your mind and you go so hysterical
As long as they rhyme then you put them on pedestals
Steady on time I could stand on the pinnacle
Stand on the pinnacle
Pinnacle
Pinnacle

Riding around in the whip at night
Cruising under the moonlight
Every light is too damn bright
Still tryna get to the speed of light

Rode my pride till I died
I've been long dead inside
No one will be on my bedside
Too much time that I tried

I just want it my way
I just want it my way
Breaking down another day
Breaking down another day

You and I don't have the same notion of time
Too short sighted to see the mountain that I climb
Stop looking down on me I'm right in my prime
This grind is real I want every single dime

I just want to GetOutTheCold
Grind hard till we're covered in gold
Don't worry this shit's foretold
Ain't no way that we fold



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Gravel
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