Lyrics We Workin' - M-Child

We Workin'

Kamikaze niggas in this motherfucker just trying to maintain
On a mission for paper, nigga, or fucking chump change
Being broke is lame, so if you try to stop this thing
We gonna melt your brain, we ain’t going;
we workin', man
I took a time out with you hoes, put my dick back in my pants
Concentrating on music and making my fans dance
For the love of money, I be on it to represent it
I ain’t got shit else to do but make it so I can spend it
Niggas, they got they mug on, 'cause I’m coming up
Trying to look me up, internet me up, shove me up
It’s impossible, baby, 'cause I was born with this shit
When I was in my mother’s stomach, I was writing rhymes, bitch
Being me, you can never deal with feelings, I will hurt 'em
Get on a nigga’s nerves, make the nigga say I’m worse 'im
I’m telling you the truth, to you I’m telling no lie
So pay attention, take notes, look me in my fucking eye
It’s time to break some bread, fuck what the other niggas said
'cause rumors, they big as boomers, leaving niggas mislead
'Til they jaded I’m dead, I’ma record and record
As long as Mack and Stan provided me with some noise
I be rapping from the hard, that’s where my shit be bumping
That’s why niggas be thumping, niggas and women jumping
Yelling my name, telling your friends that you know me
Talking behind my back, but respect you better show me
No bullshit, I got issues to discuss
Intelligent nigga, but got a lot of bad luck
A lot of pain, making a nigga yell, «fuck it.»
Situation gone bad, and most of you haters love it
On top of my game, learning how the game goes
Start small-time, but like grass, watch, I’ll grow
A very busy man, niggas don’t understand
I don’t fuck up like I used to because I got plans
Subway nigga working, I’m dropping track after track
Mind hurting, from writing rhymes, nigga, back to back
But it’s gon' pay off, a patient nigga deserve it
When it come my time to splurge it, my nigga, I won’t be nervous
Satisfaction is guaranteed, if you pick up my CD
Beat you and the thug, produced by Scan and Mack MC
Never can we be stopped in this rap industry
I got it locked, never will it slip from under me
Dedicated to rap, shit, working all night
It was love at first sight, when I saw my first mic
But anyway, I’m on a level pass man
Saw rappers looking goofy with they fingers in they ass
Some niggas talking shit, but we taking 'em out like trash
Mass destruction, negotiation to a blast
We workin', nigga, we got our shit together, nigga
And we gon' celebrate when it’s over, off-top, nigga
A job well done, taking a toast to music
A shout-out to God, real music;
forever use it
Sickily biz, don’t fuck around, never jive
Be in the studio working way more than nine to five