Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Light Work , by - Sincerely Collins. Release date: 15.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Light Work |
| Oh, I see they mad, I see they mad at me |
| The jealousy is such a tragedy |
| I got a feeling that they after me |
| Cause I’m it, boy, but I swear to God, this ain’t shit, boy |
| It’s just light work |
| It’s just light work |
| Light work |
| Light work |
| Uh, I feel like I hit the lotto, my hollow, the unsung hero, he know |
| Zero tolerance to the bullshit, niggas think they cool as shit, full of shit |
| Don’t make me pull a trigger on him |
| They don’t want a real nigga on him |
| Actually let me take that back |
| Cause it’s always the fakest nigga in the room that be like |
| «Ayo, I’m a real nigga, man» |
| The fabric you come from is tragic |
| I’m not accustomed to the wackness |
| I’m a blood sucking savage |
| No loving marriage |
| Y’all niggas just fucking average |
| Grade A copy, cuttin' them bitches |
| They say Collins' shit is just different |
| This shit exactly what we been missing |
| This shit exactly what I envisioned |
| It’s just light work, your shit might work or it might not |
| And these fuck boys, they gon' fall fast when they hype stop |
| And I know the dream, like it’s ninety five, I’m Clyde Drexler, nigga |
| I got a bad bitch and I kill that pussy, like I’m Dexter, nigga |
| Yeah, that’s me, that undersleeping underdog that’s underpayed |
| But I be working everyday to get rid of these hunger pains |
| Freefalling, that’s your career, just a freefall |
| See, my flow cold and my buzz hot, I’m on de-thaw |
| Sincerely… |
| Oh, I see they mad, I see they mad at me |
| The jealousy is such a tragedy |
| I got a feeling that they after me |
| Cause I’m it, boy, but I swear to God, this ain’t shit, boy |
| It’s just light work |
| It’s just light work |
| Light work |
| Light work |
| I might hurt some feelings but fuck it, killin' the mic is light work |
| My rhymes are fight words |
| Suicide bomber when I’m on a cypher |
| You a Titanic, about to collide with an iceberg |
| If the sky is the limit, I’m supplying the fireworks |
| Grand finale and ain’t nobody smiling, I wipe smirks |
| Off motherfuckers' faces that be hating and I urge |
| My fans to do the same shit |
| Lame shit, talking, tell em they hardest rap ain’t fucking with my worst |
| Fuck following trends, I done decided to divert |
| Rappers blending in like Waldo inside of a striped shirt |
| Nothing standing out about them, same old shit as the others |
| They make me sick to my stomach and I feel like I might purge |
| Meanwhile I’m fly as hell sitting on my perch |
| My Chrysler 300 reeking just like purp |
| Got pulled over, searched, my girl done threw the cigarillo |
| I was drinking Crown, she had a gin and limoncello |
| They let us go and didn’t find the Xanny bars |
| I had 100 of em in my underwear, I sell em for the L O |
| My homie robbed them off of Migos out in Monticello |
| Had to pistol whip him, homie started swinging like Canelo |
| Alvarez, I’m the best, unoppressed, competition don’t exist |
| People will tell you Jonny Valiant is out of his mind |
| You talentless pile of shit, stylin' long hair hangin' |
| I don’t play no Ibanez |
| , Rittz is back |
| Serving these motherfuckers like I been in a tennis match |
| Diving inside a pool of money, come and swim a lap |
| I’m gonna multiply a bundle while you fend for scraps |
| Why you so tense? |
| Relax, ho what you saying on your twitter man |
| Just making me think you want to hear the ginger snap |
| Swag rappers busy thumbing through the vintage racks |
| I’m getting money and it gets them mad |
| But let me at em cause it’s light work |
| Oh, I see they mad, I see they mad at me |
| The jealousy is such a tragedy |
| I got a feeling that they after me |
| Cause I’m it, boy, but I swear to God, this ain’t shit, boy |
| It’s just light work |
| It’s just light work |
| Light work |
| Light work |
| Yeah, nigga this light work |
| I’m 'bout to go berzerk, make the mic hurt |
| Fuck the world, I don’t like earth |
| This Mac-10 will put a hole in his white shirt |
| On some pimp shit, draped in white fur |
| I got a white ho that look like Pamela Anderson |
| She blow me in the back of an ambulance, bumping Marilyn Manson |
| I came from an era when niggas did crack and heroin |
| Up in the Netherlands, I get more head than Evelyn Lozada |
| I don’t fuck with pigs, bitch I tell them I know nada |
| Hasta manana, I just wanna day to put my cock inside Rihanna |
| Been sleeping on the god all day, they in pajamas |
| Dodging these piranhas, party out in Ghana, smoking marijuana |
| I can feel em watching, know the enemies amongst us |
| I know I’m a monster, I just bought my son a Tonka |
| Truck, I still hit a bitch in front his mama |
| Yeah, someone get him a Kit-Kat |
| Click clack, pat pat |
| Bitch nigga get back |
| Might slap a fag with my kids in Six Flags |
| Don’t smoke blunts, bitch, I roll zig-zags |
| Loud ass colors in my kicks like RiFF RAFF |
| Fuck swag, come up in this bitch so mismatched |
| Fuck the police, dispatch you get that? |
| Been at it all day, someone crack a six pack |
| Yeah, I don’t like her, I one night her, and you wife her |
| A nigga paid in full like Mekhi Phifer |
| Shitting on these rappers, guess I’m gon' need a diaper |
| On more pharmaceuticals than Pfizer |
| I know I need help can someone call Kaiser |
| This is Jacob’s ladder, you motherfuckers don’t matter |
| This vodka damaging my bladder, I’m bout to eat me a rapper |
| That’s light work |