| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| King Midas
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| I remember I was at the bottom, pockets hurting
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| You sittin' 'round bummy lookin' broke 'cause you ain’t been working
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| I ain’t seen my son, I ain’t seen my daughter, I been working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| You sittin' 'round bummy lookin' broke 'cause you ain’t been working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| I’m YBS, I go by Skola, I put that work in
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| I don’t trust these bitches, I don’t need no hoes, I just be flirting
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| Riding with a Glock in the act, tryna make it to the booth
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| When I drop that heat, I spit facts, ask 'em who the truth
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| Step on that block then drop my top, tell 'em remove the roof
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| The slide down Loudon in that new drop like my shit bulletproof
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| We pour up lean and sip that shit like it’s some holy water |
| I really miss them days that I could just stand on the corner
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| I hardly get to see Dameira but I love my daughter
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| I know some champs went with the feds, was rich as Richy Porter
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| And I got some champs still on the streets that got this shit in order
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| As a matter of fact, I’m on my way to meet one at the border
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| I remember I was at the bottom, pockets hurting
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| You sittin' 'round bummy lookin' broke 'cause you ain’t been working
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| I ain’t seen my son, I ain’t seen my daughter, I been working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| You sittin' 'round bummy lookin' broke 'cause you ain’t been working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| Stayed down ten toes, planned my goals, went and executed
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| I got that hole with double O’s, then I distributed
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| Watch for the knockers, bustin' balls, bitches always geeking
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| I’m from the 'Ville where it’s trill, every night was tweaking
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| I put that work in, I can’t never ever look back |
| I really came from nothing, street’s know that’s a big fact
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| Whoever thought I’d make it here? |
| I came from slingin' packs
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| Whoever thought I would be able to blow fifty racks?
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| I used to get like forty dollars off of twenty pills
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| Only way my man gon' squirt if he win that appeal
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| Fuck all you pussy niggas that be quick to take a deal
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| I’m never goin' out sad, they need to free the trill
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| I remember I was at the bottom, pockets hurting
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| You sittin' 'round bummy lookin' broke 'cause you ain’t been working
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| I ain’t seen my son, I ain’t seen my daughter, I been working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working
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| You sittin' 'round bummy lookin' broke 'cause you ain’t been working
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| I’m always working, always working, always working |