| These motherfuckers can feel that the storm is coming
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| I’ve been broke to the point that I couldn’t afford to hustle
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| If you listen to my music you’re welcome to join the struggle
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| I got the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
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| I’m building muscle!
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| Take a look into my eyes and you can see the ambition
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| I’m feeling a prison, it’s obvious to see, you don’t get it
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| I think it’s time for you to really start reading my lyrics
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| And you can see that I’m a whole different breed and appearance
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| Don’t need a reason to kill it, motherfucker
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| I just do it
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| If opportunity knocks at my door, I run through it
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| This a whole another level of hustle, so fuck you
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| If you don’t play this shit alone at night and get drunk to it
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| Gotta conquer and devide and put your heart on the line
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| I’ll never work a 9−5, bitch
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| I want what is mine
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| And that’s the difference, I’ll never be a slave to the system
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| And you ain’t balling dawg your momma had to pay your tuition
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| I’m throwing Molotov’s at all of y’all while I play my position
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| I put this blade to your face until my name is imprinted
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| It cuts deep, you should probably give the surgeon a call
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| Cause every word and every bar now leaves a permanent scar
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| I’m back off Haiatus, oldschool like Miles Davis
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| Told my grandpa stick around I promise you won’t make it
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| It’s been a long time since I felt calm and collected
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| And to be honest it’s been fucking with my confidence levels
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| When I was little I was convinced that I am the devil
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| Now the devil is my bitch wearing private stilettos
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| Put in working so long, it feels like I need a medal
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| Got these rappers on my strings, I feel like I am geppetto
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| I work harder
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| Yeah, you did a little work
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| But you haven’t done half as much as Merk, word
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you got your name on your shirt
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| But you gotta put your time in first, bitch
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you did a couple shows
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| But you never spent a year on a road, no
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| (I work harder)
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| I talk about the shit I live
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| While you’re saying but you never really did, bitch
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you did a little work
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| But you haven’t done half as much as Merk, bitch
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you got your name on your shirt
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| But you gotta put your time in first, word
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you did a couple shows
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| But you never spent a year on a road, no
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| (I work harder)
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| I talk about the shit I live
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| While you’re saying but you never really did, bitch
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| (I work harder)
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| Fall off, I ain’t lettin' it happen
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| My fan base keeps growing, you could never surpass it
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| You bet that I’m snappin', I’m laughing at these veteran rappers
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| I’m going psycho, don’t let me get near medicine cabinet
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| I kept it humble, but now I know that was staying too quiet
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| I’m breaking silence, I’m fighting with these hatred inside me
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| So if you pressing on my nerves then I make out your body
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| So hate if you wanna then I show up and spray up the party
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| I’m in a pissed off, get lost, kick rocks mood
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| So if you shit talk I hit jaws and kill all you
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| Let a clip off and lick shots at hip hop dudes
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| Cut off your lip gloss with chink sauce and spit on you
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| I’m on my savage shit
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| As it is to these rapper kids who think they dope
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| But they whack as shit
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| I dealt the cards I was given, I ain’t asked for this
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| I ain’t that convinced what you rap you actually did
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| No one’s fucking with me, put 'em in front of me, please
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| And you gonna watch me turn the heat up to a 100 degrees
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| I’m in love with revenge, I’m in love with the street
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| You can all go home now
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| There’s nothing to see
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| I work harder
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| Yeah, you did a little work
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| But you haven’t done half as much as Merk, word
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you got your name on your shirt
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| But you gotta put your time in first, bitch
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you did a couple shows
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| But you never spent a year on a road, no
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| (I work harder)
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| I talk about the shit I live
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| While you’re saying but you never really did, bitch
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you did a little work
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| But you haven’t done half as much as Merk, bitch
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you got your name on your shirt
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| But you gotta put your time in first, word
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| (I work harder)
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| Yeah, you did a couple shows
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| But you never spent a year on a road, no
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| (I work harder)
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| I talk about the shit I live
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| While you’re saying but you never really did, bitch
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| (I work harder) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Work , by - Merkules. Song from the album Cole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп