Workin Out

Take your heart, don't let me break it in two I'm sure that I could possibly do nothin' for you I'm nearly on the edge I'm 'bout to jump in the fuel I'm really not afraid of nothin'

Look on everything I gave everything and got nothing back Ain't looking for no pat on backs That ain't how we got where the fuck we at Mama call, "Where the fuck you at?" "On the road, and I ain't coming back Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks And that hundred racks bring a bundle back" I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher C'est la vie, shit I'm coming after everybody Don't get the bloody splatter I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too Shit is like buddy passes I wanna cry cause I'm numb inside If you wonder why, ask, "What's the matter?"

'Cause I been working hella hard Shit ain't really working out I been praying to the Lord Shit ain't really working out I been looking to the stars Keep my head up in the clouds Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out

Quiet Don't explain What is there to gain

Shit, shit ain't really working out Now I got a little bread Got my niggas working outta town Baby your ass fat, shit I can see you working out, hoo And you got a new job? Tell me, how that shit working out? Heard you doing pretty good Yeah, people talk, word of mouth Wasn't 'round when you had the dirty house Now they won't leave when you kick 'em out These type of people can't stick around Only down when there's Liquor 'round or the spliff around That's why I don't fuck with niggas now Well I fuck with all my niggas You know the difference You been living with tunnel vision You and all of your friends are Like wonder women, Wonder Woman Working for it if you ever wanted something Searching for a purpose, I see what you on the Difference in how you be using your gifts In the midst of the shit that you dealing with Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic Got the vision like a fer-de-lance You attack and you kill it Sinkin' your teeth with the venom Kinda like me with these instrumentals Or the pen and the pencil Or off the pimpin' since been pimpin' Keep it sensible Since you winning you a object of ridicule Objects appearing closer than you ready for Obviously you don't know what's ahead But that's the reason you can work 'til you dead