WORK (feat. Bajo Fello)

Let me tell you something Why hello there Pack a pack of paper Testing me like the professor Mary wanna smoke, some ganja So she gave me paper I can do just fine, working General Labor But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors Pack a pack of paper Testing me like the professor Mary wanna smoke, some ganja So she gave me paper I can do just fine, working General Labor But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors I've been doing my work Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah I've been doing my work Blood is running down my shirt, yeah I've been doing my work Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah I've been doing my work Blood is running down my shirt, yeah My verses are versions of vision converted To rhythm and flow just to relearn the purpose Expressing myself just to impress an audience A round of applause to the facade from the aisle I learn what you earn can be burned in the furnace It's who you are, not the card, not the purchase If honesty was currency, then I'd be wealthy now Spiritually I'm rich, but now I'm by myself Pack a pack of paper Testing me like the professor Mary wanna smoke, some ganja So she gave me paper I can do just fine, working General Labor But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors Pack a pack of paper Testing me like the professor Mary wanna smoke, some ganja So she gave me paper I can do just fine, working General Labor But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors I've been doing my work Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah I've been doing my work Blood is running down my shirt, yeah I've been doing my work Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah I've been doing my work Blood is running down my shirt, yeah I know what I am, how I move, how I'm walking It's still make me laugh when I see someone copy I'm limping cause I'm hurting, not afraid to put the work in Learning from a failure is the only thing that's certain I might just go out, catch a rom-com with your mom Tell her she's the bomb, putting lotion on my palm Rub it on my arm and she said my arms are soft So we snuck into the car, then I dropped her off Pack a pack of paper Testing me like the professor Mary wanna smoke, some ganja So she gave me paper I can do just fine, working General Labor But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors Pack a pack of paper Testing me like the professor Mary wanna smoke, some ganja So she gave me paper I can do just fine, working General Labor But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors Yeah I've been doing my work Blisters covered up in dirt Blood is rolling down my shirt Sweat is coming off my brow But the payoff is berserk, Yeah I got the guts just to work through the pain It's a bad omen there's blood in the rain Red on the pavement, that's gonna leave a stain No pain, no gain Replay's in my brain Masochist thoughts, but my flow is sadistic I work too hard just to f*ck with you bitches Stacking my paper, my money get lifted Money come easy because I am gifted Eugh We the duo Kandi Bard and Bajo Fello We ain't fucking with no fake hoes See the beat, we finna break those And we do this everyday ho Yo, Bajo What's that fly shit that you said, bro Pack a pack of paper Testing me like the professor Mary wanna smoke, some ganja So she gave me paper I can do just fine, working General Labor But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors Pack a pack of paper Testing me like the professor Mary wanna smoke, some ganja So she gave me paper I can do just fine, working General Labor But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors I've been doing my work, Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah I've been doing my work, Blood is running down my shirt, yeah I've been doing my work, Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah I've been doing my work, Blood is running down my shirt, yeah