I GO TO WORK THEN I GO BACK HOME
Every time that I felt this pain, I felt so down, so ashamed
I was looking for a change, but they threw dirt up above my name
I never feel like I do enough
Trap my knuckles and I complain
Knuckles stained from the hard work
Got all up out the dirt
Walk tall down that long line
Put my job and my family first
Broke away from my family's curse
Love my wife even in the worst
Kept it real, right down to the bone
I go to work, and I go back home
Stay glued to my fuckin' phone
Promoting my music business
Wish rappers would put me on
So I landed in independent
I had to sign my fuckin' self
Ain't nobody else gon' help
They all say it sound good
But they just out for themselves
Kept it real right down to the bone
I Go to work and I go back home
Don't know if I'ma make it to old now fuckin' fake it
Too busy, bring home, get bacon
I die when I almost make it
These bitches see I ain't playin'
I'm exactly what I been sayin'
They all tell me just give up
You're legless without a crutch
I look at them crazy
And then I tell them to all get fucked
No time for that bullshit
They don't know what's been put in
Blood sweatin' the tears here
Been swimmin' in bloody sin
Been standin' in line now
But they won't let the loser in
They say it's all good now
But I know they all just pretend'
But it's all gonna work out
Still learnin' the in and outs
Music business is up and down
When you're not out here chasin' clout
Nowhere kid trying to make it
I'm comin' deep from the south
I was looking for a change, but they threw dirt up above my name
I never feel like I do enough
Trap my knuckles and I complain
Knuckles stained from the hard work
Got all up out the dirt
Walk tall down that long line
Put my job and my family first
Broke away from my family's curse
Love my wife even in the worst
Kept it real, right down to the bone
I go to work, and I go back home
Stay glued to my fuckin' phone
Promoting my music business
Wish rappers would put me on
So I landed in independent
I had to sign my fuckin' self
Ain't nobody else gon' help
They all say it sound good
But they just out for themselves
Kept it real right down to the bone
I Go to work and I go back home
Don't know if I'ma make it to old now fuckin' fake it
Too busy, bring home, get bacon
I die when I almost make it
These bitches see I ain't playin'
I'm exactly what I been sayin'
They all tell me just give up
You're legless without a crutch
I look at them crazy
And then I tell them to all get fucked
No time for that bullshit
They don't know what's been put in
Blood sweatin' the tears here
Been swimmin' in bloody sin
Been standin' in line now
But they won't let the loser in
They say it's all good now
But I know they all just pretend'
But it's all gonna work out
Still learnin' the in and outs
Music business is up and down
When you're not out here chasin' clout
Nowhere kid trying to make it
I'm comin' deep from the south
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Blankenship
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