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von Freeway feat. Scholito

Work Songtext

Let ′em breathe
Let 'em breathe
This that
New
Roc Chao sound

Oh yeah
They call me Frieza and I′m back like a spinal cord
On my king shit, you can hear the lion roar

New money got me ballin' like the Final Four
Shit, I'm lookin′ at my peers like they dinosaurs
Oh yeah, I′m on my Benjamin Button
Gettin' younger by the moment, I′m that nigga in public


You don't want it with me, youngin′, put an end to your budget
Tell my driver have it parked before I finish my muffin
You a worker, I put work in, I deserve it
I'm the teacher, you the learner, I′m for certain
I'm longevity, son, was told never to run
Plus I always keep a 30 on top of 71
This a new regime, your boy workin' like it′s two of me
Yeah, I see y′all niggas fishin' like the crew at sea
Who you know could put it down like this?
We the hottest thing around this bitch, New Roc Chao

You ain′t never seen no niggas like this (I like this)
Man, you niggas cut from a different cloth
How these niggas blowin' cake like this? (I like this)
Nigga, we put work in just so we could ball

You ain′t never grind it out, you don't know what that′s about
How these niggas put it down like this? (I like this)
You ain't never seen a drought, you ain't never shout it out

They ain′t make me, I was found like this
Nigga, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Man, you niggas gotta work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)
Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)

Nigga, back to the drawing board
I′m at the table with the carnivores
It's the 48 Laws and the Art of War


Furthermore, you niggas deserve a four
On a scale of 1 to 10, I′m not at work, the floor
I'll propel through, focus on the ones that′ll help you
From the boss man to the workers in the mailrooms
And yeah, your boy soon to make the mills
Through connections, I perfected my communication skills
Uh, pay attention, walk, stop sprintin'
Joggin′ like Sonic, stop Shawn simpin'

Learn to think before you move and make a mistake
Once I'm through with all this food, I′m takin′ your plate
Uh, it's soon to shift like the Dow Jones
Guess the Brooklyn festival was just a milestone

You ain′t fuckin' with me when I′m in my God zone
Yeah, I'm comin′ for you cocksuckers, pop yo'

You ain't never seen no niggas like this (I like this)
Man, you niggas cut from a different cloth
How these niggas blowin′ cake like this? (I like this)
Nigga, we put work in just so we could ball

You ain′t never grind it out, you don't know what that′s about
How these niggas put it down like this? (I like this)
You ain't never seen a drought, you ain′t never shout it out

They ain't make me, I was found like this
Nigga, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Man, you niggas gotta work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)
Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)

Nigga, we certified, when we was servin′ pies
Fast money, slowed up, you niggas on turtle time
We gettin' rap paper, givin' you facts, player
Why don′t you grow some balls, lil′ nigga? You castrated

Dos alpha males and an Alfa Romeo
Once a nigga hit the stage, watch she hop on my huevos
For them watches and them chains, put a dial in the Jacob
See that model that I came with ain't got on no makeup
She a natural, we just young niggas, doin′ what we had to do
Sittin' at the table with the kings and the admirals
We the new Roc-A-Fella, still spendin′ old money
Comin' for that diamond mine, trust fund, cold money
Time to pay these niggas back for the Cold Crush

So we gon′ treat this motherfucker like it stole from me

You know them niggas put in that work
Push the button, you get put in the dirt, New Roc Chao

You ain't never seen no niggas like this (I like this)
Man, you niggas cut from a different cloth
How these niggas blowin' cake like this? (I like this)
Nigga, we put work in just so we could ball

You ain′t never grind it out, you don′t know what that's about
How these niggas put it down like this? (I like this)
You ain′t never seen a drought, you ain't never shout it out

They ain′t make me, I was found like this
Nigga, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Man, you niggas gotta work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)
Work (Work), work (Work), work (Work), work (Work), work (Work)

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