It’s just about putting in truly hard work to get to your success and the rejection of a “fake it till you make it” mentality. Stay true and the work will speak for itself.
(Intro, PRKR speaks)
They say money is the root of all evil
But I want the money...for the power to change my situation
I want the power...to influence my generation for the better
And I want the respect...for standing for what I believe in
Hook
Oh you know, I'm just out here working hard
Tryna get my momma off that Boulevard
Do it for the check, money power respect
Dem boys on the same tip, I'm done with that
Your story old, time to cop a new agenda
You mean that drop ain't yours? Hope you didn't have to rent it
Oh that's your homie chain, when you getting yours minted?
I see them notes on you, but they are not legal tender
Put em on a frame, yeah you boys insane, make up your mind yeah
Tryna fake it till you make it such a waste of time, yeah
Hustle hustle hustle, wake up and get on the grind yeah, maybe one day then your hooks will be as good as mine yeah
And I'm good as gold, call it platinum boy, I got hits
Whipping whipping on the boards, every shot I take a hit
Chef curry, cooking cooking, swear to God I can't miss
All these haters, looking looking in they bag, but I ain't tripping, (what you doing?)
Hook
Oh you know, I'm just out here working hard
Tryna get my momma off that boulevard
Do it for the check, money power respect
Dem boys on the same tip, I'm done with that
Your story old, time to cop a new agenda
You mean that drop ain't yours? Hope you didn't have to rent it
Oh that's your homie chain, when you getting yours minted?
I see them notes on you, but they are not legal tender
You niggas fakin'…
You niggas fakin'…
Can't take it...
Yeah...
Verse
Workin' workin' slaving on my night job, yeah
Graveyard shift, I'll introduce you to the reaper
Young angel of death in this muffuga...
I want your firstborn sons and daughters, no I ain't being facetious
Better call on Jesus I don't see no blood up on your door post
Oh no. Say that nigga PRKR do the most most
But I killem. Every. Friggin. Time I. do a. song. For em
Racking up my body count ain't even on the song for it, my God
Why you give me this? You should have it back
Devil tryna re-neg on my soul, he on the attack
Dark hearted nigga I don't know where I'm at
Am I falling? Ask the question while I rise to the task, what you doin?
Hook
Oh you know, I'm just out here working hard
Tryna get my momma off that boulevard
Do it for the check, money power respect
Dem boys on the same tip, I'm done with that
Your story old, time to cop a new agenda
You mean that drop ain't yours? Hope you didn't have to rent it
Oh that's your homie chain, when you getting yours minted?
I see them notes on you, but they are not legal tender
You niggas fakin'…
You niggas fakin'…
Can't take it...
Workin was written by A. Kerr.
Workin was produced by PRKR (prkrknowsbest).
The beat idea I had for this was so crazy, I HAD to lay it down as soon as it popped into my head. This joint pretty set the tone for the whole album and the vibe, the aesthetic, everything. Better Late Than Never wouldn’t have happened if I never came up with the idea for this track.