working on my shit

Vintage Culture

I've been work, work, work, work
Now get this work
working on my shit

Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
Sugar cane, back lanes
Three jobs, took years to save
But I got a ticket on that plane
People got a lot to say
But don't know shit
about where I was made
Or how many floors that I had to scrub
Just to make it past where I am from

No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of miami

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich
I've been work, work, work, work, working on my shit

Milked the whole game twice
gotta get it how I live
I've been work, work, work, work, working on my shit

Now get this work

You can hate it or love it
Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting
Thorough bread in a mud brick
before the budget
White chick on that pac shit
My passion was ironic
And my dreams were uncommon
Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me
Robbed blind, basically raped me
Ran through the bullshit like a Matador
Just made me madder and adamant
to go at em
And even the score
So, I went harder
Studied the carters till a deal was offered
Slept cold on the floor recording
At 4 in the morning
and now I'm passing the bar like a lawyer
Immigrant, art ignorant
Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit
Hate be inconsiderate
but the industry took my innocence
Too late, now I'm in this, bitch
You don't know the half
This shit get real
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
What you call that?
Head over heels

No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich
I've been work, work, work, work, working on my shit

Milked the whole game twice
gotta get it how I live
I've been work, work, work, work, working on my shit

Now get this work

I've been work, work, work, work
Now get this work
working on my shit