The Sweat Shop
Welcome to the sweat shop
Vamanos, chop chop
Welcome to the place where your girl might get dog piled
They can't throw me in the dog pound
Someone throw a bone out
I keep the tools in the store room
Ya'll gon' make me dig some holes out
When I meet you don't put no show on
Please don't make me show out
You already triggered a countdown
Please don't make me meltdown
I'm very concerned for your health now
Don't let these things get out of hand now
I treat myself as a brand now
I cannot give out no handouts
And I'll still beat a nigga ass and I'll take the throne
I could show up in your home
Watch your ol' lady tell me, "welcome home"
Cut the TV on like it's nothing wrong
I be cutting up like the Sinaloa
I could take your organs, your an organ donor
You better off playing in traffic, you think that you taking over
If you don't leave 'em a body, they cannot smell the odor, yeah
What they gonna do when they can't find a trace of his body on Earth, yeah
On Sunday they wonder why he ain't in church
He wasn't given a chance to live and learn
He couldn't swim with the fish, he couldn't catch a current
Take a good look at me if you wanna see God working
Only a nigga like me can bring sight to a blind person
I'm talking metaphorically not physically
Don't be a crazy person
You work for the enemy don't you worry about how God working
Oh don't mind me I just know how this game works
The things that I've seen could disrupt the whole multiverse
Vamanos, chop chop
Welcome to the place where your girl might get dog piled
They can't throw me in the dog pound
Someone throw a bone out
I keep the tools in the store room
Ya'll gon' make me dig some holes out
When I meet you don't put no show on
Please don't make me show out
You already triggered a countdown
Please don't make me meltdown
I'm very concerned for your health now
Don't let these things get out of hand now
I treat myself as a brand now
I cannot give out no handouts
And I'll still beat a nigga ass and I'll take the throne
I could show up in your home
Watch your ol' lady tell me, "welcome home"
Cut the TV on like it's nothing wrong
I be cutting up like the Sinaloa
I could take your organs, your an organ donor
You better off playing in traffic, you think that you taking over
If you don't leave 'em a body, they cannot smell the odor, yeah
What they gonna do when they can't find a trace of his body on Earth, yeah
On Sunday they wonder why he ain't in church
He wasn't given a chance to live and learn
He couldn't swim with the fish, he couldn't catch a current
Take a good look at me if you wanna see God working
Only a nigga like me can bring sight to a blind person
I'm talking metaphorically not physically
Don't be a crazy person
You work for the enemy don't you worry about how God working
Oh don't mind me I just know how this game works
The things that I've seen could disrupt the whole multiverse
Credits
Writer(s): Jeron Pierce
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