- JID Workin Out 歌詞
- JID
- Take your heart, dont let me break it in two
Im sure that I could possibly do nothin for you
Im nearly on the edge,
Im bout to jump in the fuel
Im really not afraid of nothin
Look on everything,
I gave everything and got nothing back
Aint looking for no pat on backs
That aint how we got where the **** we at
Mama call , 'Where the **** you at?'
'On the road, and I aint coming back
Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks
And that hundred racks bring a bundle back'
I was blowin gas like the Honey Badger
J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher
Cest la vie, shit Im coming after everybody
Dont get the bloody splatter
Im fly and I got my niggas fly too,
Shit is like buddy passes
I wanna cry cause Im numb inside
If you wonder why, ask, 'Whats the matter?'
Cause I been working hella hard,
Shit aint really working out
I been praying to the Lord,
Shit aint really working out
I been looking to the stars,
Keep my head up in the clouds
Shit aint really working out ,
Shit aint really working out
Shit aint really working out
Quiet. Dont explain
What is else to give
Yeah, okay, shit aint really working out
Now I got a little bread,
Got my niggas working outta town
Baby your ass fat, shit,
I can see you working out, shit
And you got a new job?
Tell me, how that shit working out?
Heard you doing pretty good,
Yeah, people talk, word of mouth
Wasnt round when you had the dirty house
Now they wont leave when you kick em out
These type of people cant stick around
Only down when theres liquor round or the spliff around
Thats why I dont **** with niggas now
Well I **** with all my niggas, you know the difference
You been living with tunnel vision
You and all of your friends
Are like wonder women, Wonder Woman
Working for it if you ever wanted something
Searching for a purpose, I see what you on
Difference in how you be using your gifts
In the midst of the shit that you dealing with
Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic
Got the vision like a fer-de-lance
You attack and you kill it,
Sinkin your teeth with the venom
Kinda like me with these instrumentals
Or the pen and the pencil
Or off the pimpin since been pimpin, keep it sensible
Since you winning you a object of ridicule
Objects appearing closer than you ready for
Obviously you dont know whats ahead
But thats the reason you can work til you dead
I been working hella hard, shit aint really working out
I been praying to the Lord, shit aint really working out
I been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the clouds
Shit aint really working out,
Shit aint really working out
Shit aint really working out
Cmon bruh, come to the booty club one time
Throw some of that Dreamville money
Throw some of thatDreamville money at these hoes, bruh
They got dreams too, nigga
They got shit to do too nigga
They got dreams too bruh bruh
Yall Dreamville-uh aye aye, aye aye, uh uh
Next time you see that nigga J. Cole bruh
You tell that nigga the same thing man
I **** with yall niggas bro, why that nigga J. Cole
Got all this money , look like he bout to
Borrow somebody charger or something
'Cmon bruh, let me get your charger bruh
Let me get my shit to uh, uh 10% percent
And Ill give this shit back to you bruh bruh'
Cmon bruh flex some of that Dreamville money,
Let me see it
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