[Intro]
Hard workers get the last laugh
Yeah, and you can't go get it by sitting on your ass
You gotta be ready to get up and go
[Verse 1]
People think the wrong way
When you're working and won't play
Calling my phone and I won't say
Nothing when they be huffing and puffing
But I know fucking off a day which it don't pay
Not a damn thing, wanna be a damn king
Might have to run and jump over the bumps
And push 'til you pull a hamstring, for real
That's 'cause I'm moving my feet
You don't work, you don't eat
So when I don't respond, I ain't asleep
I been giving the day a lot of me and I'm in deep
Concentration, contemplatin' compensation support and
My obligations, my creations while I'm facing divorce
And I'm making moves, constantly shaking fools
I can't be late and lose, no working with faking dudes
Moving quick and I'm jolly, it ain't because of molly
I'm working to move ya body, then racing my bitch to Bali
Catch me, I'm in the zone, I don't answer my phone
Steady writing my songs, if you're next to me, I'm gone (gone)
My head's rapping, always thinking of stacking
While you slacking and yapping
We trying to make something happen
Hard workers get the last laugh
Yeah, and you can't go get it by sitting on your ass
You gotta be ready to get up and go
[Verse 1]
People think the wrong way
When you're working and won't play
Calling my phone and I won't say
Nothing when they be huffing and puffing
But I know fucking off a day which it don't pay
Not a damn thing, wanna be a damn king
Might have to run and jump over the bumps
And push 'til you pull a hamstring, for real
That's 'cause I'm moving my feet
You don't work, you don't eat
So when I don't respond, I ain't asleep
I been giving the day a lot of me and I'm in deep
Concentration, contemplatin' compensation support and
My obligations, my creations while I'm facing divorce
And I'm making moves, constantly shaking fools
I can't be late and lose, no working with faking dudes
Moving quick and I'm jolly, it ain't because of molly
I'm working to move ya body, then racing my bitch to Bali
Catch me, I'm in the zone, I don't answer my phone
Steady writing my songs, if you're next to me, I'm gone (gone)
My head's rapping, always thinking of stacking
While you slacking and yapping
We trying to make something happen
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