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