文本歌词

I wake up like a working man
Oh
Let's go
This s**t don't get no easier
Yeah
Woah
Wake and bake and then my day begin
My day begin
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my j
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B
On my j
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B
On my j
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B
You know where I be
On my j
O
B
On my j
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B
On my j
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B
You know where I be
Yeah
Living proof
I got s**t to do
Making business moves
Y'all n***as know what it is
And if you don't
Here's a hidden clue
Yeah
I'm on the grind and a mission
I'm the one that they gon' listen to
Might drop a jam or two
And he finna drop tga2
How can they hate what I do
All white and I'm blacking out
Serving n***as like it's happy hour
But I ain't paying for the drinks
I just need some time to think
This is good w**d and I'm happy about it
This is my life
You can't sabotage it
We grew up poor with no daddy options
Locked in
Still movin' to the top 10
Up early
Worked it out
Too bad my daddy never clocked in
Looking at me stale ffl
Don't act
We is not friends
Oh
What a job this is
When it's time to rise
Who is you riding with
'Cause we loco
Mind say solo dolo
Party on the weekend
Like we not the locals
Somehow
Some
I wake up like a working man
Oh
Let's go
This s**t don't get no easier
Yeah
Woah
Wake and bake and then my day begin
My day begin
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my j
O
B
On my j
O
B
On my j
O
B
You know where I be
On my j
O
B
On my j
O
B
On my j
O
B
You know where I be
Yeah
Written in stone
Ain't no stopping it
I'm finna get up outta this
I'm under the radar
Anonymous
I'm a get mine and it's obvious
Tucked my shirt in like a gentleman
High shorts
High socks
Had to break the high top
Michael vick and 'em
Don't make me go bring the dogs out
Make this sound like fighting words
And if this a battle
Then we can go all out
No ike and tina
We don't hit the b***hes
But a hater gotta bring them paws out
Look
Old school
Hitting switches
Mustang
Got me stick shifting
Dizzy hippy
Yeah
The kids spinning
Can't stop
Won't stop
Until my first resale say 6 digits
I grew up in vegas
That's big business
You can't relate
What you mean
Homes
You must have fell for a fake image
Skinny custom ripped jeans
Had to cut 'em off
I ain't cutting strings
Baby
Know I hold the rock
But they tried to hold me off
I got 'em calling the double team
So I split the middle
Against the big and little
Long periods of pear pressure
But a profit don't do it for profit
I beneficial when I know it's finna fit you
So I
I wake up like a working man
Oh
Let's go
This s**t don't get no easier
Yeah
Woah
Wake and bake and then my day begin
My day begin
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my j
O
B
On my j
O
B
On my j
O
B
You know where I be
On my j
O
B
On my j
O
B
On my j
O
B
You know where I be