Work

Saint Kyrt - Work When it’s a drought, and he can’t front me the work I f*ck my money up, about to go berserk Two steps away before I hit the dirt But the good die young, and now I’ll never leave this earth So Imma get up and make this shit work, Do the hustle that I’ve known since birth Imma survivor, ain’t afraid to work But the good die young, so I’ll forever walk this earth Hustling, hustling, all I know is hustling I f*ck my money up I lost it all on a bet The first around the corner, I forgot to pay the rent My friends with benefits she want me to cut a check I got a phone call, my homie got caught again He wants some commissary, wants me to send it quick I call my old bitch, she said that she late again Just like the first time Michael Jackson Billie Jean My mamma said she want to see me, The dope fiend said he got a band he wants to meet me, I’m stuck between two worlds and I can’t blend them My mamma’s youngest son and the dope fiend’s dealer My daddy told me chase paper no sympathy That’s why I think my mamma left him, I wonder if he gave two fucks, she wouldn’t left him My money on my mind, gotta focus getting paid When it’s a drought, and he can’t front me the work I f*ck my money up, about to go berserk Two steps away before I hit the dirt But the good die young, and now I’ll never leave this earth So Imma get up and make this shit work, Do the hustle that I’ve known since birth Imma survivor, ain’t afraid to work But the good die young, so I’ll forever walk this earth Break it roll it now its time to smoke it Smoke it with my niggas, I ain’t never sold shit I ain’t hit the block, I move in slow motion Gotta work until the night, playing catch up selling potions New face on the block who you with Homie? You say you just a tourist? You better split Homie You better head north or go west Homie Cuz down here you look like fish, and we real hungry You’re where the big sharks lurk And over there a lot of panthers wearing deer fur You could pay me now, I’m you’re guy You won’t get hurt this a cash only business So your credit won’t work My daddy told me chase the paper no sympathy If they come up short I gotta take it My mama woulda said “hey son, be patient” But the money on my mind, so I gotta chase the paper When it’s a drought, and he can’t front me the work I f*ck my money up, about to go berserk Two steps away before I hit the dirt But the good die young, and now I’ll never leave this earth So Imma get up and make this shit work, Do the hustle that I’ve known since birth Imma survivor, ain’t afraid to work But the good die young, so I’ll forever walk this earth Work