[ Featuring J-Work ]
(Yo)
(Lord)
(Its Work)
Rumble in the jungle like I'm Sir Muhammad
Cooking niggas like a foreman
We've deplored the finest
Writing shit that make the prophets think I'm Nostradamus
Comet hopping like I'm Rocket, Baby Groot up in my pocket
Whoa
This that El Dorado grab a model pour the bottle slow
This a celebration glasses up and ladies to the floor
Turn up in heavy ways
Y'all niggas little I'm heavy weight
Feel like I'm Stipe for goodness sake
Taking this level and elevate
Half of my niggas be drunk in the party
And half of my niggas be hella baked
Half of these bitches they wanna turn up
And then half of these bitches they want to date
So many of em from different states
Funny they motives is all the same
Only be worried bout money bags
Niggas not thinking bout how it came
Boy I hustle i hustle
Always be bringing that thunder like Russell
Niggas thinking they up on my level
I'm wagging my finger like Mr. Mutombo
No need to rebuttal I'm up in my duffel i hustle my struggle
I juggle I juggle I'm living a circus
Bread for the business I never been nervous
People gone know when the greatest emerges
Swagging my style and rocking a towel
Yo bitches be thinking that I'm Mr. Perfect
Traveling miles for money in piles
I hustle, I get it because I deserve it
Love when the haters be up on my dick
Every time I flex I make em sick
People take pictures when seeing my shit
Then when they listen they notice a hit
Shutting down the game time to set it off
Shots up in the air we don't care at all
Welcome to The Land boy its time to ball
Hustle for today and stacking for tomorrow
Faded off the gas and the double cup
Always gonna hustle boy no matter what
Always rep my city I'm gone throw it up
So when you see the shining boy you know its us
I just want my paper, please don't ask me for no favors
All my niggas into danger but we still don't talk to strangers
Feel like Cory Matthews I'm still f*cking on Topanga
Need a Tommy cuz I got that white, feel like The Green Ranger
This that f*ck you til you love me, please don't speak to me in public
This that all my niggas drumming but don't know shit bout percussion's
F*ck is you talking bout? They making minimum wage
And we just be hitting them plays and killing the stage
These venomous snakes gotta go
I just want ya head off nigga
I ain't bout to play around with it
I'm the Mothaf*ckin goat
These niggas ghosts
Ring after ring
I'm a hedgehog nigga, I'm ahead y'all niggas
And they gotta face it I'm cold as yo basement
We don't want that fake shit around
We came for the spot at the top but will go in yo mouth
If you don't want to give up the crown
Focused, they noticed
So they don't approach me
Was all on my lonely
Hitting rock bottom lost all of my homies
Now I got it going its f*ck you Jabronies
I came for the trophies, you hang with the police
But play with my brodie we straight to the ocean
Swimming with fishes, vacation emojis
No rest for the wicked we stay with the potions
We stay off the Folgers you stay on that hoe shit
We straight out The Omen this tape for the Culture
F*ck who got next
We aim at ya chokers, I hate being sober
I blame it on Sosa
My niggas glow up
Yo niggas hoe up
I came with the odor, I came with the coke
I still walk with my nose up
Shout out to Frankie and Cleo and T.T. and Stony
My niggas gone set it off
