Work

This is the soliloquy of Soulja Boy Saint Augustine (flight attendants please prepare for takeoff) This shit right here, this shit is about to get real Now my mom wants me to work Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please) Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe I get more than high off less than dope Locally grown in my holy zone I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own I write this for my homies You've been the closest thing to a home I've ever known And I know we'll never be as close as we were when we're growing up Getting drunk and throwing up its ridiculous but I don't want to be 95 reminiscing I could've kept in touch With my best friends the ones who saved my life but didn't So even though I track these vibes from you I'm attempting to forgive you cause real friends are indispensable I can't paint loyalty with a pen and pencil I close my eyes and lay out the map Up to the home state out to California I got a schedule I don't know If I'll be able to make it back Now my mom wants me to work Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please) Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe I get more than high off less than dope Locally grown in my holy zone I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own Monica I want you to know You've been the saint that's kept my head on straight Through all of the craziness When I witnessed the impact someone else's choice had I know you felt bad having to watch A boys voice get removed from his own vocab Thats why I rap with imperial wrath Why I'm a superior man even back When I had no help from my Dad I lace up my own damn bootstraps By the way I began rapping from you Even though you didn't know I follow your footsteps I do Mm now we're older I'm going to continue Until I pay you and mom back everything I owe her You and mom both girl MmhmmNow my mom wants me to work Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please) Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe I get more than high off less than dope Locally grown in my holy zone I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own Until Next Time I'll stay vigilant of the fact Uncle Sam wants me smacked The protocol is to arrest me if they catch me Even though I represent these blue suede shoes The boys in blue see me as a vigilante Diligently breaking these rules I'm just doing my dues, I'm finally done misusing my time I'm home, I'm giving you mine F*ck getting by Worlds bout to collide When Dad finds out I've been burning weed in my hotel Make some mother fucking room for my coattail Stay true, this JD's debut, be vintage in a few I'll be back for your claps fresh out the lab Powerpuffing blunts like high budget stunts No excuses what my family thinks of the truth I don't give a f*ck (ruthless) Now my mom wants me to work Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please) Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe I get more than high off less than dope Locally grown in my holy zone I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own Now my mom wants me to work Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please) Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe I get more than high off less than dope Locally grown in my holy zone I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own