Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Stay Workin’, artist - K Rino. Album song Then and Now (The 4-Piece #2), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
I Stay Workin’ |
I stay workin' |
I stay workin' |
I stay workin' |
Through the frustration and tears, pushin' with no fears |
Phone still ringin' after all these years |
You want it free, don’t call my number, call his |
But if you’re talkin' ‘bout spendin' paper, I’m all ears |
I told ya, it’s only one, the rest is imitations |
K done raised up at least two generations |
My plate is full stacked up, unlimited work |
I’m asking for seconds and I ain’t even finished my first |
I be on the floor while you’re watching me from the bleachers |
People tryna reach us, seeking concerts and features |
Breadwinnin', went from not having to penny to plenty |
I’m working harder now than I did back in my twenties |
I stay workin' |
We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us |
I stay workin' |
We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us |
Life is hard but it’s harder when you stupid out here broke and don’t wanna do |
shit |
Work come before success |
Grindin' come before shinin' |
People gotta walk ‘fore they start ridin' |
Nah, I ain’t money hungry |
Point Blank out here providin' for the family, in these streets collidin' |
I’m talkin' ‘bove ground, that mean the ground ain’t on me, nigga, |
that’s OG official |
Authentic since day one, been scrappin' |
And I ain’t one of these bitch ass niggas, they be slappin' |
Nah, I don’t hang and I don’t kick it |
Soon as some shit pop off, you got a room full of crickets |
No money, no reason |
I like my meat well done, no salt, light on the seasoning |
Drop me off in the jungle, I’m comin' back with a whole bunch of |
I stay workin' |
We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us |
I stay workin' |
We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us |
Sunshine or rain, we storm in with heat to your brain |
At close range, shootin', producin' head-knockers, it go bang |
We believe in gettin' that change before |
Let loose them thangs, robbin' the dark night then back to the cave, Bruce Wayne |
I stay work and I’m lurkin', at your front door or the back entrance |
See that like a twenty year flat sentence |
No punchin' out, I gotta eat |
Crunchin' for them numbers, |
know I’m paid like money in the bank |
Either way, a nigga withdraw interest |
Out all night, up early with the goons and gorillas |
Now where’s the stash at? |
Rockets blasting behind them hidden figures |
Never tired, we take off after feeding, no ‘migos, just killers |
And you gon' know it from the fist clique, SPC, WK, nigga |
I stay workin' |
We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us |
I stay workin' |
We grinders, it ain’t hard to find us |