Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Workin Man, artist - Marlon Craft. Date of issue: 09.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Workin Man |
| I’m tired of these cats who was asleep tryin' rookie me |
| I been in the league, you just wasn’t lookin, B |
| I’m tired of actin like these guys half as good as me |
| So I don’t come off unlikeable, that’s the pussy me |
| I’m done with that guy |
| I don’t give a fuck about you rap guys |
| I ain’t talkin' rappers, talkin' rap guys |
| Who sit at home on they phone and blast guys on Twitter |
| When they ain’t even been baptized in the river of truth I was tossed into |
| Told sink or swim, I grew fins, fuck y’all gon' do wit me? |
| Y’all type to want get-well cards when you stub yo toe |
| Y’all type to see fuck shit and be like «He gettin money tho» |
| Fuck outta here |
| I’m the Circle Line boat, I move around my peers |
| And all the life I breathed into New York couldn’t save it from this covid |
| Guess we should all be more humble and it start right here |
| They gon' ride the wave |
| Imma rock the boat |
| They got lots to say |
| It ain’t logical |
| I done paved the way |
| So your stock could grow |
| Shhh, the workin man comin', shut the fuck up homie |
| Shut the fuck up, homie |
| (Shut the fuck up, homie) |
| I need my pension |
| Feed my brethren |
| Shhh, the workin man comin' |
| Throwin punches, I ain’t duckin |
| Took my body blows to highly homes suffered |
| In the silent smilin out in public |
| My kindness been they crutches |
| The black big Spanish I had enough |
| This nice guy only finish last when he fuckin' |
| See I been through a lot |
| I gave these niggas Juilliard Shakur |
| Now they dealin' with red wing Jersey Pac |
| All that sweet shit out the window |
| Vanilla ice and rappers over balconies |
| I shook em down for everything they got, don’t push me |
| It concern my wife or my family I turn from Kirk Franklin to |
| Yeah that’s how it’s lookin |
| All that nigga work been overlooked |
| And before they book me I might be in bookings |
| They been trippin on us just to see the way we fall |
| The man you don’t fuck with? |
| The man that got his back against the wall |
| For my people I put it all on the line |
| So don’t make a nigga show you how he learned to survive |
| On God |
| I put 10,000 hours |
| Pen pal to powwow |
| Was sent down to get proud, not bend down to cowards |
| Only bend down wit dollars in a duffel |
| I got em in a struggle |
| I put two and two together and my product only double |
| And niggas when they love you but they focus on the profits like the devil |
| And they always got rebuttals |
| I’m befuddled how you fumble when my balls is in yo mouth |
| Got a couple real niggas that when shit was goin south |
| They still kept my name away from all the doubts so I love you |
| I’m just tryna be the workin man |
| Anything is certain, it’s that serpent’s land |
| Write us how you circle if you servin lamb |
| That’s why I’m the goat |
| I only speak in quotes |
| The absolute least I can do is the most |
| Always feeling hopeless is concealing that |
| You hope that even when we broken it don’t always mean we broke |
| Stop wavin, bring a boat |
| They gon' ride the wave |
| Imma rock the boat |
| They got lots to say |
| It ain’t logical |
| I done paved the way |
| So your stock could grow |
| Shhh, the workin man comin', shut the fuck up homie |
| Shut the fuck up, homie |
| (Shut the fuck up, homie) |
| I need my pension |
| Feed my brethren |
| Shhh, the workin man comin' |
| Uh huh, I’m like a bat signal for the real niggas |
| This for Sambo from the field, niggas |
| I see you tap dancing for appeal, nigga |
| I was wit Kaep when he kneeled, nigga |
| And still, that’s why the pen strokes and the condolences |
| Hoein for the views, nigga, nobody notices |
| It’s only for the views, nah, this what the focus is |
| High off fame still up in the dopes |
| It’s just the clickbait crack rock |
| Get yo head in, I’m David in the shoe of Goliath, tryna fit in |
| I’m cool off that, I got the U-haul pack |
| I got time to go back and forth, where it do all that |
| I got the scoop on rap, I paint the Yukon black |
| And hit the whole game up like 2Pac back |
| Nigga say that shit, fuck yo Maybach, bitch |
| Until we see we ain’t free yet, you ain’t that rich |
| I speak so Gil Scott-Heron wearing a Teflon vest can removing my flesh |
| While proclaiming we oppressed by the press |
| Plain bloody knuckles wit infinity’s best |
| Christopher Wallace, David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest |
| Cooler than the Digable Planets cassette on Tourettes |
| The babbles crack, lobster’s free, ey |
| Gettin cabin fever carrying cottage cheese they milk us for cheap |
| To get a beef from rap he needs to rock title of Yeezy |
| You act good to the good people |
| Hood to the hood people |
| I mix matching |
| I may now acknowledge when he miss practice |
| The pump’s dyslexic |
| Westside gone ad libs |
| Paintin' my youths canvas |
| Slain for the news cameras |
| Hashtag for a fragment then back to who’s boobs flashing |
| Don’t need to drop vinyls to drop science |
| Credit to this gangster, I drop violence |
| Trigger fingers mixed with methamphetamine and anger they pop Mollys |
| When the depression and recession’s here and Tia and Tamara double pile-drive me |
| But when you close to clockin' out the work start payin' off |
| They gon' ride the wave |
| I’mma rock the boat |
| They got lots to say |
| It ain’t logical |
| I done paved the way |
| So your stock could grow |
| Shhh, the workin man comin', shut the fuck up homie |
| Shut the fuck up, homie |
| (Shut the fuck up, homie) |
| I need my pension |
| Feed my brethren |
| Shhh, the workin man comin' |