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Yeah So I work all day, all day, all day So I work all day Workin' UberEats, didn't get no sleep Wishing' of a Bronco, you can keep the Jeep Wifey on my heels, yes, it's feeling' steep Didn't hear a peep Can't do no complainin', baby, children need to eat So I work all day, all day, all day So I work all day You gon' slap me, can't turn up the other cheek Hammer on my waist, I ain't fixin' nothin', baby In the grave, you stay, I be switchin' lanes Yes, I'm runnin' late, droppin' food off I said, I'll be on the way Gotta pay the car, gotta pay the light Bought my wifey dresses and shit that she desire I be feelin' tired, but I gotta work I don't even care if it's holes in my shirt So I work all day, all day, all day So I work all day I be wanna scam, that put you in a jam You be missin' fam, don't be writin' letters When you in the can, man, I can't stand Strugglin' for a dollar, shit can get rough If you pull that dog collar Hoodie lookin' messy, I don't play no soccer But I'm a man, father can't bother But it's pain, still gotta get it Even if it's in the rain, shit be gettin' strange She tell me don't strain myself But if my family fall, I'm gon' blame myself Like who they gon' call if there ain't no help I swear the temptations can't tame itself So, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy So I work all day, all day, all day So I work all day Now G-Shocks with the bezel Audemars I remember didn't have no car to borrow I remember bathin' out of buckets Baby stood next to me like nothin Father made a table in front of enemies Now I see the reason why they envy me I had to pray for it Baby had to slay for it Ayy So I work all day All day, all day So I work all day I had to pray for it Baby had to slay for it I had to pray for it Baby had to slay for it Ayy