Work

Niggas wanna talk subliminal shit
I do the walk, got no time for them
Spit in the village and count dividends
They know a young nigga stay disciplined
Call up the homie, we playin to win
I jump in the stu and I play with the pen
I bump with the crew,
Chillin wit Dali, and we gotta move
Can’t be with niggas that try to pursue
The criminal vision of action a fool
They wanna talk, but they never can do
All of The things that cozy can do
Do the routine, got nothing to prove
Drop me track, a couple of views
No I ain’t mad, I’m back in the stu
Making a splash, like I’m Uncle Drew
I hit up Logan, like I’m coming thru
I gotta work
I gotta work
If you ain’t with it we leaving you hurt
Cozy done came outta the dirt
He coming for what he deserve
I gotta work
I gotta work
Shoutout my niggas that know Issa curse
And I be putting my heart in this verse
I came back for what I deserve
If you wanna talk to me, then you gotta work
Pull up in the lab, with a beat and then murk
16 bars, I ain’t talkin bout percs,
Aiming for the stars, i been working on the Merch
The flow go hard, it’ll leave you in a hearse
And I got the drip, want a sip? Why you thirst?
Imma have to give that man the tax, that’s first
They gon have to give my advance, yessir
Cause I be going in, on demand then swerve
And I been in my sins, for the bands that hurt
Finna make amends for that shit, I work
For all of my homies, that’s faded like dirk
Finna get the figures, finna get to trippin on you niggas
Logan in the studio, we vicious
Pull up with the sentence and you really can’t appeal it
Pull up? You go missin’
Pull up yeah I’m stunting
I can feel it
I gotta work
I gotta work
If you ain’t with it we leaving you hurt
Cozy done came outta the dirt
He coming for what he deserve
I gotta work
I gotta work
Shoutout my niggas that know Issa curse
And I be putting my heart in this verse
I came back for what I deserve