| Hard workers get the last laugh
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| Yeah, and you can’t go get it by sitting on your ass
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| People think the wrong way
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| When you’re working and won’t play
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| Calling my phone and I won’t say
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| Nothing when they be huffing and puffing
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| But I know fucking off a day it just won’t pay
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| Not a damn thing, wanna be a damn king
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| Might have to run and jump over the bumps
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| And push 'til you damage a hamstring, for real
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| That’s 'cause I’m moving my feet
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| You don’t work, you don’t eat
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| So when I don’t respond, I ain’t sleep
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| I been giving the day a lot of me and I’m in deep
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| Concentration, contemplatin' compensation support and
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| My obligations, my creations while I’m facing deports
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| And I’m making moves, constantly shaking fools
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| I can be latent lose, no working with faking dudes
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| Moving quick and I’m jolly, it ain’t because of molly
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| I’m working to move ya body, then racing my bitch to Bali
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| Catch me, I’m in the zone, I don’t wrestle my phone
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| Steady writing my songs, if you’re next to me, I’m gone
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| My head’s rapping, always thinking of stacking
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| While you slacking and yapping
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| We trying to make something happen
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| You know we working
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| We just push it
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| Try’na make something
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| Happen, happen, happen, happen
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| Yeah we working
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| We just push it
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| Try’na make something
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| Happen, happen, happen, happen
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| We ain’t working, she ain’t twerking
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| That’s gonna mean the scene ain’t jerking
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| We the first to see the thirst and get sex
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| 'Cause we see the purse, then reimburse them
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| When they be squirting D and bursting
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| Me in person, reinsertion, Tech’s flesh
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| So don’t be calling like «where you been?»
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| You don’t know 'cause you not within
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| My circle of friends, a nigga working again
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| I gotta get them ones, tens, yen
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| Gotta get that almighty dollar for a gift that called by the father
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| Better yet, wanna get a move on like alrighty mama
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| Niggas be telling me I think you selling me
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| Dreams embellishing when I say other things
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| When I say yes, I’ma do what I say
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| Betcha N9na got shit to do every day
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| Don’t got time to shoot the shit
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| Cause I got a whole lot of love and loot to get
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| Acting like you’s a bitch on my phone
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| I’ma do you like a vampire knocking the crucifix
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| (La, la, la)
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| I ain’t try’na hear nothing, when I’m deep in work bussing
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| My butt anybody calling me fussing, I’m ducking
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| (La, la, la)
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| If you ain’t talking bout getting it
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| This is what I’m gonna say when I get my phone and you hittin' it
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| You know we working
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| We just push it
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| Try’na make something
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| Happen, happen, happen, happen
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| Yeah we working
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| We just push it
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| Try’na make something
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| Happen, happen, happen, happen
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| You (you)
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| Got (got)
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| The (the)
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| Nerve (nerve)
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| To (to)
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| Say (say)
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| We (we)
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| Stay (stay)
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| Sleeping (sleeping)
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| Slipping (slipping)
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| Sipping (sipping, yeah you tripping)
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| Everybody round me work a tour or something
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| Just so they can afford something
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| Like islands and buying much real estate
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| Yeah yeah nigga
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| I ain’t got time for your nonsense
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| Ever since mom went a little fond of me I got a few bill to make
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| Yeah yeah nigga
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| Please get up off of my line
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| Leave, you ain’t crossing my mind, when I’m deep in these pages
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| What I’m doing’s freaking outrageous with the Pinky and the Brain
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| (Trying to take over the world)
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| But you’re clingy and you’re lame
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| (Crying like you take hoes over girls, man)
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| They say I act like I’m too good
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| Way up in the clouds but N9na started in the hood
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| Leave me 'lone boy
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| They be calling my phone like «what you doing?»
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| Yo N9na we doing nothing
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| Strange Slcket and K-Lean Cocina
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| You know we working
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| We just push it
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| Try’na make something
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| Happen, happen, happen, happen
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| Yeah we working
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| We just push it
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| Try’na make something
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| Happen, happen, happen, happen |