Werking

Oluwatobiloba

Ki lon shele

Ay, mi Lord!

Na wa o, yessa

Long time no see

Freedom ain't free

That mean, I been

Workin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

I am werkin'

Werk, werking, werking, werking

I am werking

Werkin', werkin' (Yah)

Still I rise, like dust in a sandstorm

Still I shine like single mother's eyes on

Graduation night 'cause papa ain't made it and

They ain't think that you'd make it

But they got you mistaken, huh

Weight too heavy to lift your chest off the mat

Your hands too heavy to pat yourself on the back

I recall

Days of innocence

Playing on PlayStations, we played the middle men

Backwards living

I beg to differ its action

Racks to get it, I had to split with the mandem

You can't match precision

I passed the limit of any massive digit

A mathematician could fathom

Back to get it whenever I'm in the mood

Riding thru the city, looking pretty

I'm living proof

I ain't in the, I ain't in the mood for no interviews

Calluses in my hand, I ain't no stranger to putting the work in

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werking

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin', werkin'

I'm werking

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

I'm werking

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin', werkin

Fool me once, got over the bump, werkin'

Fool me twice, fuck em for life, werkin', yeah

Some of my brothers still run from police

Still clutching the heat

Steal watches and purses

Still nothing to creep

J.LO wedding planner in the opening scene

Some still stuck in the streets

But I digress, behold all the benefits

Two parent home, yet, he hoped for the opposite

Communication breakdowns are heavy on the heart

The things left unsaid are tearing us apart

Yeah, 20 years in like a whole century

When it ain't working!

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin', werkin'

I'm werkin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

I'm workin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin', werkin'

Fool me once, got over the bump, werkin'

Fool me twice, fuck em for life, werkin', yeah

It ain't over til you say it is

It isn't for real

Almost wrote myself off lonely nights in the ville

Til I linked with the kid outta Richmond Hill

Fast forward a calendar year, we up in the Hills

Working!

While I read all the books

I perform my own stunts, yeah, that's me on the hooks

And I body your favorite rapper by the top of the morning

And sing your baby girl to sleep by the end of the night

Y'all ain't half as nice

You just braggin for braggin rights

The price for the best things in life is sacrifice

How it feel, when ey year feel like yo turn

The hype thrives and dies I got the slow burn

Grabba in the backwood

Sour diesel preferred but I settle for the haze

If it's purple Imma straight

Work it!

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin', werkin'

I'm werkin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

I'm werkin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin', werkin'

Fool me once, got over the bump, werkin'

Fool me twice, fuck em for life, werkin', yeah

Ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah (Workin')

Ah, ah, alright (Workin')

Ah, ah, alright (Workin')

Ah, yeah, alright