Let me Work

[Intro: G-Eazy] Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work Beautiful and Damned (Just Blaze) [Verse 1: G-Eazy] It’s that motherfucking time again Tell my diary what’s on my mind again Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I’m rhyming in If you told my younger self that this the place you find me in I would not believe you, these results are so astonishing Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the finer things That’s a quarter million on some tires that I’m driving in Pull up the McLaren like that's just some shit to travel in Russell Westbrook triple-double averaging Most improved player, they don’t know what the fuck is happenin’ The homies like "You're snappin’" My mood's Olympic champion throwin’ a fuckin’ javelin Episode 3 Anakin My favorite rapper’s Gerald, I’m a very big fan of him You won’t get nowhere stalling and you standing like a mannequin Why the fuck you panickin’? I understand the task at hand [Chorus] Let me work What do you know about work? Let me work I'm talkin' about getting up five days a week, brushing ya teeth, washing your ass, going into your office and working some old guy rich paid hours Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work That's a motherfucking job [Verse 2: G-Eazy] It's still that muthafuckin' time again Blacking out, don’t give a fuck about a thing Fuck the world that’s just the state of mind I’m in That’s the place you find me in Look, ain’t nobody live as him Million dollar smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah) These rappers sneak diss when I came up, they prolly mad I’m on But then they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be dead and gone Disrespect me, don’t come to the bay, your pass is gone My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on Study him 'cause he the one that lasted long This beat I go assassin on I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong Treat the studio like a decathlon Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on Work every night, I go 'til after dawn To be the biggest thing in the world, I’m not the one to pass up on [Chorus] Let me work Look, you could be a fuckin' bank teller, you could be a waitress Let me work Or wash cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique. Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else rich. You're punching that clock. You clock in, you clock out, you making that money Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work How does that work? [Verse 3: G-Eazy] A fucking hater's always looking, tryna search for targets If you don’t know me, don’t speak on me, stick to your departments While they debate if I’m an urban artist Or if I’m merging markets All I really know, I’m just working hardest And 'til the day I die, I’m hustlin’, doing work regardless I’m in my twenties, if I go I leave a perfect carcass A polarizing artist But you could love or hate me But try and say I don’t pay my dues, fuck off, how dumb could they be Nobody help to make me I did it by my lonely Who else did songs with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy? You New York Times aristocrats you should just relax You miss the facts Bitch, I’m from the Bay, was born to bridge the gaps And I’m a legend in my city, they say "His shit slaps" Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these plaques And bring 'em back to inspire every kid who raps I’m Michael Phelps, get out my lane, I’m swimming different laps [Outro] Yeah Let me work Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work