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