Work (repeat) All I do is Work(repeat) I gotta get to tha money. I'm chasin this bag, so I'm losin the weight. I don't see how you can look at them niggas In front of your face Knowing that you be fake. I don't see how you can hate on somebody Knowin you ain't put in no work for a plate. Now yo homies ahead of you You steady preachin bout poverty Sorry my dude can't relate. I work for dollas and cents If you give me free money Or weed Instant smile on my face. I'm tryna grind for them acres Estates And you just tryna pull up a chair in a space. I'm tryna live like a king And you just tryna flex Get yo supa strong ass out tha spot. My homies been out here Was runnin the block But we all settled down had to stay out tha box. Cuz all them lil lics that we hit And them domes that we split Made some niggas cop out to the cops Had to stop Cuz some ppl went straight to a box. I never could see me comin out of that spot. So I knew what I had to do Get it on lock.. Like the defense is hot Or them doors at the spots that I kicked on the block. You better be ready It ain't just the cops Had my brothas turn snake when they thickened the plot. It's goin down tho shii So they tried to get rid of me. Just that lil time had me thinking That most of my homies was enemies. This ain't no rap bout some shit I pretend to be. Felon turned Focused Against it You enemy. I cannot feed off yo negative energy..