Back to Work

Lost it all it’s time to get it back working World on my shoulders That shit got my back hurting Never tried to act perfect Rather crash out than not get bag what you mean, my mom and my dad working I know the path we on gone change with me Thought I was gone go LeBron James And go straight to league but instead I had to take back route What I look like tryna back down, play the background, gotta get the bag now And my niggas got straps now And they in the streets tryna duck that sound Bro got three tits on the chopper It look like something off futurama Niggas don’t want smoke they niggas is hookah mommas We watched good girls turned to hoochie mommas Was stealing out the dollar tree, just to have food tomorrow So what you mean I’m not gone get it? I’m gone find some business or this little piece of mine is gonna mind your business lil nigga Dilla back to work Yeah Said I’m back to work Yeah You know me I get my thing on Talk out the side of his neck he’ll get a (bing bong) My team strong Trim the fat I’m a lean mean machine, eating cuisine Playing Celine Dion Don’t make scenes I’m too clean My boy since teens gotta thing With a green beam on it Call that thing the the green bean It stay on his side If you go beef you eat on it Man against machine I leave the machine mcflurried Young goat, everything is curried I’m holier than though with the verbs and nouns The words profound You ain’t hear me then Bet you hear me now Wasn’t near me then You ain’t near me now Songs I air on until his ear gone I hope you hear me loud Mild mannered child But the shit I seen was wild Silver on but you know I been the golden child So I can’t stop till it’s nothing but gold around Delacreme you know how it’s going down Young Dilla nigga back to work