Lyrics Work Ethic - Jehst

Work Ethic

(See, my strategy when it comes down to
My work ethic
I mean it’s simple.
Just be the best)
I fall down but never fall-off
I’m fully committed to making a killing from this at all costs
I stopped signing no time to cotch
I sacrifice my life like Christ on the cross
This rhyme book is the bible
I’m searching for signs of betrayal in the eyes of a disciple
I decipher the puzzle of arrival
Analyse their weakness
Eight days a week I’ll be training for the title
King of the hill
You got beef don’t bring it to Bill
I’m just trying to smoke trees and chill
To the next grind date
Until you get your mind straight
Stay the fuck out my way
Because everybody got to get paid
While some will pull a gun out and spray
Better duck out the gate
Others exploit others
I exploit these skills
It’s all in a day’s work to avoid these bills
I build a joint and chill
As I finish the page
From staircase to stage to minimum wage
It’s okay
My work ethic is blood, sweat, tears;
years;
buds, beers
24/7 trying to build careers
And we pay them bills when the cheque clears
My work ethic is strict, fair;
spit, tear;
kick, snare
If you grind for the coin in your pocket
And the notes in your wallet say 'Shit yeah'!
I never stop grafting
I’ve got the song blasting
And if you don’t understand
Then you’re not starving
I see the apple up in God’s garden
I’m telling Eve don’t believe no snake
She never got past him
The effects of that greed could be long-lasting
See I need to feed but there’s a wrong path and
There’s a right path…
A long hard road
You man are on a quick sketch like The Fast Show
It’s so tragic
You try taking a shortcut and get caught up in the heavy traffic
Steady static, no movement
You’ll be counting the hours for your own amusement
I’m in the house like home improvement
My album’s bound to blow like the fuse went
Because I put in the necessary grind, man
You’ve got a plan but it’s all in your mind, man
(You could learn a few things from my man)
He’s right man
There’s no such word as 'try', man
My work ethic is blood, sweat, tears;
years;
buds, beers
24/7 trying to build careers
And we pay them bills when the cheque clears
My work ethic is strict, fair;
spit, tear;
kick, snare
If you grind for the coin in your pocket
And the notes in your wallet say, 'Shit yeah'!
My work ethic is blood, sweat, tears;
years;
buds, beers
If you grind for the coin in your pocket
And the notes in your wallet say 'We in here'!
My work ethic is cop, drop, shot
Dance floors burning hot
If you grind for the coin in your pocket
And the notes in your wallet everybody say 'it don’t stop'!
(My work ethic)