Workin’ Hard

Workin’ Hard
Workin hard
Workin hard
I been workin hard
I’m a visionary
Eyes opened focused 5 am no military
All this work need no secretary
Finna kill this beat better write an obituary
Very scary
How life goes
Real slow
Life blows
Toe to toe
Come to my face
Bar for bar I’m on another level
Outer space
Run base to base
Ya can’t keep up
I’m Boutta creep up
So slick like swiper don’t shit ya diaper
Youngin
Lately all y’all been buggin
Talkin bout xans and jewelry
What foolery ya barely hit puberty
Imma run the game before I even enter
Make a comeback like MJ even better
Not talking DC
I’m talking when he came back
Got a three-peat
I don’t need no Scottie pippen
Imma make a million
That’s a given
Listen
Everyone wanna be star
But do you got what it takes to go far?
To go far?
I got the scars ay I got the bars ay
Let’s go mars ay
Never come back
Stacking my money
That’s a fact
All I want is racks on racks
All I want is plaques on plaques
All I want is for my father to give me a pat on the back
Where it at?
Shit
That ain’t happening till I get the money
Kinda funny?
Ya doubting
It’s ok
You do you I do me
When I’m in luxury don’t come back to me please
Asking for cheese geeez
Ya giving me allergies
With yo bad energy
Uh yeah
Ok
Every memory came back in an instant
Motherfuckers didn’t think I could go the distance
Thought my rapping was a joke
Yeah
All I did was smoke
Yeah
But it help me cope
Now I never hit the dope
Unless I’m chillin I’m willin
But lately I been tryna be killin the feelin of healin’

(Second verse)
Yea, yea
Light one up smoke the tree
To pause just cause
I don’t wanna think about my flaws
Everything I could’ve had but lost
All cause it’s my fault
Only got God for love
But I keep turning my back
Every time I hear his name
Maybe that’s the answer to all my pain?
Nobody but myself to blame
Lemme put the picture in a frame
Only son my fam think I’m the one SON
You better stop having fun
Hit them books you dumb
Where I come from dreams don’t exist
Where I come from
They dismiss the bliss
Work hours and hours for a check
What is next?
See
I want a legacy
For people to remember
What’s the probability?
Possibility?
Fuck I care
Doing this till I got no hair I swear
I want the kid doubting himself
To start grounding himself
Make your dreams a reality
That’s the motto
Start pronto
Get out my way
Your defense ain’t no rondo make my own dough
Fuck daddy money
Everyone in my fam rely on that shit kinda funny
Bet if they tried what I did
They’d quit real quick in a bit lemme spit
Confidence dominance workin out of Providence
It’s the brown renaissance a phenomenon
Peters was the leader for the speakers
Then we got minhaj, ansari
What a story
Two brown boys from the U S of A
What you gonna do today?
Let your dreams decay?
Let em fall away?
I work till the sunrise
Chase the prize
Like the goblet of fire
My desire for success cannot be suppressed
I’m obsessed and ya know it’s HARIS never rest
Eyes open in the morning gotta be the best
Scoring
Shootin shots
Gotta get the spot spot
Gotta be so hot hot
I’m the next best thing
Hit you like Goku
Got the heat like I’m Avatar Roku
Decipher my lyrics no sudoku
Whose who whose me need views you snooze
You lose
Need news you chose who who
CNN?
Rather watch blues clues
Uh, yeah!