We gon' work, until the trap out
I been grindin' all day, I'm 'bout to cash out
We gon' put in work, until it work out
All the hoe be in my face, she got her ass out
She gon' put in work (yuh) until she clock out
I can't never let the hoe on my cash route
We gon' put in work (yuh) until it work out
We gon' put in work (ay) until I pass out (yeah)
We gon' work, 'til it work out (ooh!)
Bitch, I'm on fire, never burn-out
If you make plans, you get turned down
All of these bands, just the first round
See yo' number? I'ma hit you with the same tone (okay)
Tell my mom, "Sorry that I never came home"
I don't think they'll be anybody at my funeral
But they can recognize the name on the gravestone
Tryna maximize my green, with this time I spend
I can only love you from, like, 3:15 to 5 p.m.
Workin' for the man
I have yet to meet 'em though
They gon' understand ("who's 'they'?")
I don't even know
We just gonna work (woo!)
Until the trap out
I been grindin' all day, I'm 'bout to cash out
We gon' put in work, until it work out (what?)
All the hoe be in my face, she got her ass out
She gon' put in work (yuh) until she clock out
I can't never let the hoe on my cash route
We gon' put in work (yuh) until it work out
We gon' put in work until I pass out
You say I need balance
That shit for the indecisive
Yeah, I might be trippin'
But at least I fuckin' picked a side
And I've been doin' bigger shit
No way that they didn't like it
If that's true, I smash they fuckin' phone before they finish typing (fuck you!)
Looking to the finer things
Ain't no quality time when I make a couple milli' and I gift a couple diamond rings
I been hopin' that's what time'll bring
'Cause the clock tick the same no matter how many times they say I'm a king
And it kinda stinks
I just had, like, 25 Red Bulls, still tryna find them wings like a blind Rick Ross
Mind exhaust
Check the headlines, deadlines ain't soft
I don't want a fuckin' moment to blink
A moment to think
'Cause even just a moment got me kinda lost
So I'm tryna hit my thoughts with this white noise
From this fax machine in my ear
Printing everything I didn't wanna hear
I don't know where it from, but the message so clear
And it said, "We gon' work!"
Until the trap out
I been grindin' all day, I'm 'bout to cash out
We gon' put in work, until it work out (what?)
All the hoe be in my face, she got her ass out
She gon' put in work (yuh) until she clock out
I can't never let the hoe on my cash route
We gon' put in work (yuh) until it work out
We gon' put in work until I pass out
This the hardest puzzle
Can't pop it, it's the sharpest bubble
Thought process repeat so much
I think my brain got carpal tunnel (ooh!)
How I pull my strongest muscle?
Mixed up, the cards are shuffled
Picked up, then start to fumble
This what I want, it's humble
I just want it all to double
Even the stress, even the mess
Even the largest struggle
I want a ghost, don't need Heaven
I fantasize over purgatory, invest
So now my money makes money
It's workin' for me
They just bring bounds of distractions
Explainin' how to be happy
Louder than words
I can't hear 'em over the sound of the actions
Calculate hourly rates
Guilt when I'm having to break
This world will take what you have
If they see that you have what it takes
And that puts you back in your place
No matter how highly regarded
You not content, you endin' up in a line where you started
And all these sacrifices, can't take 'em back
I fucked up way too many connections
I shouldn't be so okay with that
But I'm okay with dirt on my name
If it helps to make it last, I pray for that
I need my credit before the fade to black, yeah
So we gon' work until it work out
So we gon' work until it work, until it work, until it work
Until it work, until it work, until it work, until it work, until it work
Until it work, until it work
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