Yeah
Work in progress, ya'll
Bare with us
Smoking herbal and blowing circles
Nonverbally flirting with skirts, who showing virtue
Worthy ones, Proverbs 31, daughters of Zion, some be saying I'm a worldly son
But still waters run deep
Can't judge a book by its cover, or just the front sheet
You at the table feelin content with comments
Read a couple chapters first to get the context
I walk around with my chest on convex
Still humble as a mumble though it ain't that complex
Suckas be phoning their rhymes in like bomb threats
And got the nerve to wonder why the people ain't respond yet
Another pusherman, panhandling projects
A profits resolves them to being an object
So let me keep it real and let you know I ain't flawless
I wanna make a bond this, is part of the process
I lied to my mom, ditched dimes at the prom, but never have I stole, or supplied marijuan
No coke, no pills, just head show bills, dope skills
Ahead of my time, behind on bills, and honestly I ain't even got my mind on mills
But I got my biz tight, though so time will tell
That's word to my clientel, I rock well
Might be the one who g'd off I-R-L
Didn't get to divorce you, but you can throw a halo at my horns like horseshoes
Cuz now it's your move
Don't take it as a sore lose, cuz it's plenty more dude
I'm breaking bread with my people, chew your food
I turned a new leaf then I twisted it
Turned the other cheek and put my dick in it
The vag was a masterpiece, a bas relief shaped like rabbit teeth
And if you're looking for me
You ain't gotta look in the past
What the f*ck you gonna see?
My hood full of drama like a soap opera
I'm trying to break the curse like a witch doctor
All I hear is "blocka, blocka" feel it in my chakra
Another nigga dead f*cking with crooked coppers
Better come correct or get the shit knocked out ya
Hit em with a couple "hail marys," "our fathers"
Used to be afraid of hell but nigga, why bother
Ghetto like the wild West, better pack your revolver
Can't live like a coward, rather die a martyr
Shit, our greatest fear is power, word to Coach Carter
They shot my nigga dead over marijuana
No paperwork, just sprinkle a little coke on em
Youth hurting, just sprinkle a little hope on em
Ain't a saint but shit, I'm going to church on em
They say the world is for the taking as usual
But what profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul
You addicted to fast money and rap shows
I'm addicted to cheese too, no lactose
Black folks, I spit it for my people, you know that though
And she say, that's the shit she can't stand
Say it one more 'gin, that's the shit she can't stand
She say I'm too cold to be considered a human being
So pro-black but them threads are European
I told her carpe diem
Only God can judge me, what the f*ck I call freedom
Just a visionary, trying to dodge a cemetary
So I gotta come with something revolutionary
You know it's necessary just to call it legendary
I make em think about Malcolm like it's February
Yamin Semali - Work in Progress (feat. Truth Be Cold) Lyrics
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Yeah
Work in progress, ya'll
Bare with us
Smoking herbal and blowing circles
Nonverbally flirting with skirts, who showing virtue
Worthy ones, Proverbs 31, daughters of Zion, some be saying I'm a worldly son
But still waters run deep
Can't judge a book by its cover, or just the front sheet
You at the table feelin content with comments
Read a couple chapters first to get the context
I walk around with my chest on convex
Still humble as a mumble though it ain't that complex
Suckas be phoning their rhymes in like bomb threats
And got the nerve to wonder why the people ain't respond yet
Another pusherman, panhandling projects
A profits resolves them to being an object
So let me keep it real and let you know I ain't flawless
I wanna make a bond this, is part of the process
I lied to my mom, ditched dimes at the prom, but never have I stole, or supplied marijuan
No coke, no pills, just head show bills, dope skills
Ahead of my time, behind on bills, and honestly I ain't even got my mind on mills
But I got my biz tight, though so time will tell
That's word to my clientel, I rock well
Might be the one who g'd off I-R-L
Didn't get to divorce you, but you can throw a halo at my horns like horseshoes
Cuz now it's your move
Don't take it as a sore lose, cuz it's plenty more dude
I'm breaking bread with my people, chew your food
I turned a new leaf then I twisted it
Turned the other cheek and put my dick in it
The vag was a masterpiece, a bas relief shaped like rabbit teeth
And if you're looking for me
You ain't gotta look in the past
What the f*ck you gonna see?
My hood full of drama like a soap opera
I'm trying to break the curse like a witch doctor
All I hear is "blocka, blocka" feel it in my chakra
Another nigga dead f*cking with crooked coppers
Better come correct or get the shit knocked out ya
Hit em with a couple "hail marys," "our fathers"
Used to be afraid of hell but nigga, why bother
Ghetto like the wild West, better pack your revolver
Can't live like a coward, rather die a martyr
Shit, our greatest fear is power, word to Coach Carter
They shot my nigga dead over marijuana
No paperwork, just sprinkle a little coke on em
Youth hurting, just sprinkle a little hope on em
Ain't a saint but shit, I'm going to church on em
They say the world is for the taking as usual
But what profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul
You addicted to fast money and rap shows
I'm addicted to cheese too, no lactose
Black folks, I spit it for my people, you know that though
And she say, that's the shit she can't stand
Say it one more 'gin, that's the shit she can't stand
She say I'm too cold to be considered a human being
So pro-black but them threads are European
I told her carpe diem
Only God can judge me, what the f*ck I call freedom
Just a visionary, trying to dodge a cemetary
So I gotta come with something revolutionary
You know it's necessary just to call it legendary
I make em think about Malcolm like it's February
Work in progress, ya'll
Bare with us
Smoking herbal and blowing circles
Nonverbally flirting with skirts, who showing virtue
Worthy ones, Proverbs 31, daughters of Zion, some be saying I'm a worldly son
But still waters run deep
Can't judge a book by its cover, or just the front sheet
You at the table feelin content with comments
Read a couple chapters first to get the context
I walk around with my chest on convex
Still humble as a mumble though it ain't that complex
Suckas be phoning their rhymes in like bomb threats
And got the nerve to wonder why the people ain't respond yet
Another pusherman, panhandling projects
A profits resolves them to being an object
So let me keep it real and let you know I ain't flawless
I wanna make a bond this, is part of the process
I lied to my mom, ditched dimes at the prom, but never have I stole, or supplied marijuan
No coke, no pills, just head show bills, dope skills
Ahead of my time, behind on bills, and honestly I ain't even got my mind on mills
But I got my biz tight, though so time will tell
That's word to my clientel, I rock well
Might be the one who g'd off I-R-L
Didn't get to divorce you, but you can throw a halo at my horns like horseshoes
Cuz now it's your move
Don't take it as a sore lose, cuz it's plenty more dude
I'm breaking bread with my people, chew your food
I turned a new leaf then I twisted it
Turned the other cheek and put my dick in it
The vag was a masterpiece, a bas relief shaped like rabbit teeth
And if you're looking for me
You ain't gotta look in the past
What the f*ck you gonna see?
My hood full of drama like a soap opera
I'm trying to break the curse like a witch doctor
All I hear is "blocka, blocka" feel it in my chakra
Another nigga dead f*cking with crooked coppers
Better come correct or get the shit knocked out ya
Hit em with a couple "hail marys," "our fathers"
Used to be afraid of hell but nigga, why bother
Ghetto like the wild West, better pack your revolver
Can't live like a coward, rather die a martyr
Shit, our greatest fear is power, word to Coach Carter
They shot my nigga dead over marijuana
No paperwork, just sprinkle a little coke on em
Youth hurting, just sprinkle a little hope on em
Ain't a saint but shit, I'm going to church on em
They say the world is for the taking as usual
But what profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul
You addicted to fast money and rap shows
I'm addicted to cheese too, no lactose
Black folks, I spit it for my people, you know that though
And she say, that's the shit she can't stand
Say it one more 'gin, that's the shit she can't stand
She say I'm too cold to be considered a human being
So pro-black but them threads are European
I told her carpe diem
Only God can judge me, what the f*ck I call freedom
Just a visionary, trying to dodge a cemetary
So I gotta come with something revolutionary
You know it's necessary just to call it legendary
I make em think about Malcolm like it's February
Writer: Jafar Peek, Tahbiti Nkoserae
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group