| I stay workin'
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| I stay workin'
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| I stay workin'
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| Through the frustration and tears, pushin' with no fears
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| Phone still ringin' after all these years
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| You want it free, don’t call my number, call his
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| But if you’re talkin' ‘bout spendin' paper, I’m all ears
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| I told ya, it’s only one, the rest is imitations
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| K done raised up at least two generations
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| My plate is full stacked up, unlimited work
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| I’m asking for seconds and I ain’t even finished my first
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| I be on the floor while you’re watching me from the bleachers
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| People tryna reach us, seeking concerts and features
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| Breadwinnin', went from not having to penny to plenty
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| I’m working harder now than I did back in my twenties
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| I stay workin'
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| We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us
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| I stay workin'
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| We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us
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| Life is hard but it’s harder when you stupid out here broke and don’t wanna do
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| shit
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| Work come before success
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| Grindin' come before shinin'
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| People gotta walk ‘fore they start ridin'
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| Nah, I ain’t money hungry
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| Point Blank out here providin' for the family, in these streets collidin'
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| I’m talkin' ‘bove ground, that mean the ground ain’t on me, nigga,
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| that’s OG official
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| Authentic since day one, been scrappin'
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| And I ain’t one of these bitch ass niggas, they be slappin'
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| Nah, I don’t hang and I don’t kick it
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| Soon as some shit pop off, you got a room full of crickets
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| No money, no reason
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| I like my meat well done, no salt, light on the seasoning
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| Drop me off in the jungle, I’m comin' back with a whole bunch of
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| I stay workin'
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| We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us
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| I stay workin'
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| We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us
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| Sunshine or rain, we storm in with heat to your brain
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| At close range, shootin', producin' head-knockers, it go bang
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| We believe in gettin' that change before
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| Let loose them thangs, robbin' the dark night then back to the cave, Bruce Wayne
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| I stay work and I’m lurkin', at your front door or the back entrance
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| See that like a twenty year flat sentence
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| No punchin' out, I gotta eat
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| Crunchin' for them numbers,
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| know I’m paid like money in the bank
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| Either way, a nigga withdraw interest
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| Out all night, up early with the goons and gorillas
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| Now where’s the stash at? |
| Rockets blasting behind them hidden figures
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| Never tired, we take off after feeding, no ‘migos, just killers
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| And you gon' know it from the fist clique, SPC, WK, nigga
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| I stay workin'
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| We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us
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| I stay workin'
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| We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us |