Work Song

[Verse 1]

They trying to build a prison for you and me to live in

Increase drug laws while they lying to our children

Jeezy tell the kids they should trap or die

I'm gonna tell them what to do when they get trapped alive

Minor drug offences get you numbers like slots

Want you to snitch so they can hit the jackpot

Rappers make it sound good [?]

But they don't tell you bout the rock with the [?]

The real Rick Ross sold work for the feds

Used to get fronted work, my man wanted his bread

Back in 2000 and niggas still poor

Matter fact crack ain't even poppin' no more

Now your best bet is fucking with the trees

Don't slang for what you want, slang for what you need

A-Town niggas talking bout they flipping keys

Detroit run Atlanta nigga ask Big Meech

[Verse 2]

Niggas in my city always talking bout the bag

Never sold crack, just the crack of their ass

Flip more stones than a fucking archaeologist

Smart like scholarships to two colleges

Skipped class had to quench my thirst

Now i'm jumping fiends who ain't pay me on the first

Rocks in my socks, jeans [?]

Remember having dreams I ain't never coming home

Lost in the streets can't find my way

Hit [?]

Getting paid while my ho's kiss J's

Niggas in the streets know Brown don't play

Competition snitchin', hood caught me pitchin'

Now i'm in the Coney, cooking in the kitchen

Year later back home no time

Only thing I know is going back to the pot