Put in Work

Yahhh, yahhh, yahhh... yahhh
B Jet Nigga
JetDreams, OGOL
Yahhh, what
Yahhh, what
Yahhh, what
Yahhh
Flying through the sky, young gettin money nigga
Aint worried bout these hoes, I'm just worried bout a bag
Marathon, but still not coming in last
Smoking an opp, so I puff and I pass
Ride through the city, nueve my lap
Since they tried me at Warren, always keep my strap
Aint with the drama, you play and get clapped
PUT IT ON ME, BOY NO CAP IN MY RAP
BOY I PUT IT ON ME, PUT THAT SHIT ON MY SOUL
Ride for my niggas, I never will fold
Working to loosen this poverty hold
4 in the morning, you know how that goes
Tired of struggling, straight out the mud
I aint with complaining, you won't hear me fuss
Brother trap jumping I call that shit Spud
Shit from hard work, never needed no luck
I put in
Work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
I put in
Work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
I put in
Blue cheese, think I'm addicted to blue cheese
Bitches breaking they neck like who's he
Soon to be in a wraith from a hoopty
I don't know why the man wanna choose me
But shawty it is what it is
Ima take everything I can get
Yeah my nigga, including yo bitch
I'm focused on stacking these chips
I call all my bands legos
Collect, I stack and I flip
For the money, I'm Dora, let's go
You know that thing on my hip
If you reach, he sneeze, allergies
Ain't too many things out here can rattle me
Everyday got these demons I'm battling
But it is what it is, I just keep that shit pushing
I'll get it eventually, cuz I won't stop
You dont believe
Liable to get dropped
Not on the team
Liable to get popped
Popped me a bean, I'll be up for a while
Cant walk in my shoes, so why you bite my style
Feel like John Cena, cuz my time is now
Aint worried bout shit, finna roll up some loud
Flying through the sky, young gettin money nigga
Aint worried bout these hoes, I'm just worried bout a bag
Marathon, but still not coming in last
Smoking an opp, so I puff and I pass
Ride through the city, nueve my lap
Since they tried me at Warren, always keep my strap
Aint with the drama, you play and get clapped
PUT IT ON ME, BOY NO CAP IN MY RAP
BOY I PUT IT ON ME, PUT THAT SHIT ON MY SOUL
Ride for my niggas, I never will fold
Working to loosen this poverty hold
4 in the morning, you know how that goes
Tired of struggling, straight out the mud
I aint with complaining, you won't hear me fuss
Brother trap jumping I call that shit Spud
Shit from hard work, never needed no luck
I put in
Work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
I put in
Work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
I put in
I put in
I put in
I put in
Work
Work
Work
Work



Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Adair
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