Werking

Oluwatobiloba (Yeah!)

Ki lon shele

Ayy, mi lord

Na wa o!

Yessa

Long time no see

Freedom ain't free

That mean I been

Workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin', work, work

Workin', workin', workin'

I'm workin'

Workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin', workin'

Yeah, still I rise, like dust in a sandstorm

Still I shine like single mother鈥檚 eyes on

Graduation night 'cause papa ain't made it and

They ain't think that you'd make it but

They got you mistaken, huh

Weight too heavy to lift your chest off the mat

Your hands too heavy to pat yourself on the back

I recall days of innocence (Rrr)

Playing on PlayStations, we played the middle men

Backwards living I beg to differ its action

Racks to get it, I had to split with the mandem (Rrr)

You can't match precision

I passed the limit of any massive digit

A mathematician could fathom

Back to get it whenever I'm in the mood (Mood)

Riding through the city, looking pretty, I鈥檓 living proof (Ayy)

I ain't in the, I ain't in the mood for no interviews

Calluses in my hand, I ain't no stranger to putting the work in!

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin', workin'

I'm workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

I'm workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin', workin'

Fool me once, got over the bump, workin'

Fool me twice, **** 'em for life, workin' (Yeah)

Yeah, some of my brothers still run from police

Still clutching the heat

Steal watches and purses

Still nothing to creep

J.LO wedding planner in the opening scene

Some still stuck in the streets (Yeah)

But I digress, behold all the benefits

Two parent home yet he hoped for the opposite

Communication breakdowns are heavy on the heart (Mmm)

The things left unsaid are tearing us apart (Oh)

Yeah, 20 years in like a whole century

When it ain't working!

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin', workin'

I'm workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

I'm workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin', workin'

Fool me once, got over the bump, workin'

Fool me twice, **** 'em for life, workin' (Yeah)

(Ayy) It ain't over 'til you say it is, it isn't for real (Yeah)

Almost wrote myself off, lonely nights in the 鈥榁ille (Yeah)

'Til I linked with the kid outta Richmond Hill

Fast forward a calendar year, we up in the Hills working!

While I read all the books

I perform my own stunts yeah that's me on the hooks

And I body your favorite rapper by the top of the morning

And sing your baby girl to sleep by the end of the night

Y鈥檃ll ain't half as nice

You just braggin' for braggin' rights

The price for the best things in life is sacrifice

How it feel, when every year feel like yo' turn

The hype thrives and dies I got the slow burn

Grabba in the backwood

Sour diesel preferred, but I settle for the haze

If it's purple I'ma straight

Work it!

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin', workin'

I'm workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

I'm workin'

Workin', workin', workin'

Workin', workin'

Fool me once, got over the bump, workin'

Fool me twice, **** 'em for life, workin' (Yeah)

Ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah (Workin')

Ah, ah, alright (Workin')

Ah, ah, alright (Workin')

Ah yeah alright