Im Workin

[Intro: Giggs]
(Elevated always get it right)
Ahh, yeah
Yeah, ahh, listen

[Verse 1: Giggs]
Yeah, so alone
Break a window when you throw a stone
Dogs roam when you throw a bone
I'm different, boss flow with a lower tone
Yeah, they're wishin' me
Wishin' me bad, dissin' me
Say I'm this and I'm that, sick of me
But I just look in the bag and it tickles me (Haha)
Yeah, just laugh at 'em
Yeah, nigga, this is our pattern
Dance while we're throwin' darts at 'em
Our planet, this is our Saturn
Goddamn, I'm a G.O.A.T
I'll be damned if I do and I'll be damned if I don't
Banged up a yout, thеn got a gram of the smoke
Hollow handles thе booth and wash his hands with the soap

[Chorus: Jorja Smith]
I'm not tryna prove myself again
I've shown both my hands, and nothing left in
I've been runnin' miles tryna please them
Instead I'm doin' miles in this new whip
People want to say that I've been lackin'
Talk your shit online, but not in person
The only time I hide behind a curtain
Is when I'm on the stage because I'm workin'
I'll be damned if I do and I'll be damned if I care
Or even try and care, too
The snakes giving out the biggest hugs, I'm poisonous, too
I'll choke you on your words and spin them on my next record, boo
Writin' captions, not hits, ah, that's all that you do
It's eye for an eye, I swear to God, I thought that you knew
This last supper had me hanging out with Judas and crew
At least they said their thank yous when I paid for the bill

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Yeah, so advanced
There's less chance when you swim with sharks
The best part's when I'm in a trance
Blowin' cess plants while I'm in the bath
An my blessed heart's always in the art
They're just assholes and in your arse
I just can't get that out my head
Yeah, I just can't put that in the past
Levelin'
The nigga's a snake, severed him
The biggest debate over melanin
Yeah, that nigga's a bitch, feminine (Haha)
They're really slackers
First they backin' niggas, then attack us
Feds just pull us over, then harass us
First they lure us and then they trap us
Wanna ruin man and then they wrap us
What you doin', fam? You're movin' crackers
Niggas tired and they movin' knackered
Yeah, I'm tired, absolutely shattered
Yeah, yeah, I pick up the fibs
Niggas lyin', but I don't wanna fist up their ribs
Yeah, I'm flyin' out, I just wanna pick up the jibs
Quickly flyin' back 'cause I gotta pick up the kids
Talkin' old school, them man used to stick up the cribs
Gunshot, talkin' 'bout a fist up with Giggs
Early, when man used to diss up the pigs
Niggas babies and they need to pick up the bibs
Semi for your talks
Where's the contract? Penny for your thoughts
Let me do my dance, yeah
You ain't got any sauce
Goddamn, I'ma run it
I'll be damned if I don't and I'll be damned when I done it
Strangled the yute and quickly banged in the stomach
Got the mandem with me and they're the maddest and dumbest

[Chorus: Jorja Smith]
I'm not tryna prove myself again
I've shown both my hands, and nothing left in
I've been runnin' miles tryna please them
Instead I'm doin' miles in this new whip
People want to say that I've been lackin'
Talk your shit online, but not in person
The only time I hide behind a curtain
Is when I'm on the stage because I'm workin'
I'll be damned if I do and I'll be damned if I care
Or even try and care, too
The snakes giving out the biggest hugs, I'm poisonous, too
I'll choke you on your words and spin them on my next record, boo
Writin' captions, not hits, ah, that's all that you do
It's eye for an eye, I swear to God, I thought that you knew
This last supper had me hanging out with Judas and crew
At least they said their thank yous when I paid for the bill