Coast-to-coast instrumentals.
I don't know what the hell that is
Scissors-card puff for the * instrumental
* it
no time for that way
Hey
Co-work
Hey
Yeah,
they say we living in troubled times
Hey, do you see the trouble signs?
Hey, life's a bitch and I'm cuffing mines
My dough in flip mode, what up the Busta Rhymes?
I used to never see green,
I was colorblind Now I get my hustle on,
pay dues like a Hustle-on
My way like a Ursa song,
higher power where these verses from
You niggas hoes put your purses on,
church get your worship on
Born alone,
work alone,
die alone,
hot fire like dial-on
Bitches get they dial-on,
fake niggas get diatoms I ain't no Viacom nigga,
I'm a firearm
Nigga look how I alarm niggas,
watch my dope pile on
Till it's like a mile long,
niggas couldn't feel my shoes Couldn't even try them on,
show your little ass love That's how you take it,
two-faced niggas couldn't tie my shoelaces
What?
Co-work Hey,
that was the warm-up,
this is the blow-up Nah,
if you ain't talking no bread,
boy,
I ain't no need to show up
Man,
they say I'm reppin' the veal too much,
but * so what?
With my niggas carrying toys like they don't wanna grow up
With my sisters drinking like fishes
and won't even throw up Let's pour up,
get tow up,
know the police gon' show up
I slow up,
some niggas ain't got no luck Some niggas can't get no love,
some of them
can't get no bucks So tell me,
what do a nigga do if he can't
get a job?
My brother got him an interview,
but he can't get a ride
What's up, guy?
No,
this ain't no Wu-Tang * This is my little fire drill,
just some routine
* Just to shoot fiends with and hold them off
a little longer Every verse I write,
I swear I'm only getting
stronger Can you ponder?
Imagine what my * gon' sound like If
I told you that the warm-up was just a
soundbite,
damn right,
believe I put it down right And I'll
be sure to tell you little niggas
what that crown like I showed you love,
I brought you through,
I gave you pounds, right?
And in my space, you knew your place and so
you smiled, right?
So while I'm here, now you talking like a little
girl You sound like Whitley, nigga, me, I'm from
a different world Your * is garbage,
if I drop you,
I'm a
little bug Busy getting money,
I ain't * with
that Twitter,
girl * what they say,
wishing me harm and sorrow
They here today,
bet they be gone tomorrow They catching Zs on me,
and we gon' call them
Zorro I let you sleep today,
but it's on tomorrow
Yeah,
I said it's on tomorrow I'm coming for the game and I ain't talking
loan or borrow Pray for the days I could cash checks and
never worry This the last stretch on my half-step from
legendary, boy Cold world, nigga