Workin’ Out – A Colors Show lyrics
Look on everything, I gave everything and got nothing backAin’t looking for no pat on backsThat ain’t how we got where the fuck we atMama call, “Where the fuck you at?”“On the road, and I ain’t coming backUntil my hundred stacks make a hundred racksAnd that hundred racks bring a bundle back”I was blowin’ gas like the Honey BadgerJ.I.D, bitch, the money snatcherC’est la vie, shit I’m coming after everybodyDon’t get the bloody splatterI’m fly and I got my niggas fly too, shit is like buddy passesI wanna cry ’cause I’m numb insideIf you wonder why, ask, “What’s the matter?”
‘Cause I been working hella hardShit ain’t really working outI been praying to the LordShit ain’t really working outI been looking to the starsKeep my head up in the cloudsShit ain’t really working outShit ain’t really working outShit ain’t really working out
Quiet
Don’t explainWhat is there to gain
Yeah, okay, shit ain’t really working outNow I got a little bread, got my niggas working outta townBaby your ass fat, shit, I can see you working out, shitAnd you got a new job? Tell me, how that shit working out?Heard you doing pretty good, yeah, people talk, word of mouthWasn’t ’round when you had the dirty houseNow they won’t leave when you kick ’em outThese type of people can’t stick aroundOnly down when there’s liquor ’round or the spliff aroundThat’s why I don’t fuck with niggas nowWell I fuck with all my niggas, you know the differenceYou been living with tunnel visionYou and all of your friends are like wonder women, Wonder WomanWorking for it if you ever wanted somethingSearching for a purpose, I see what you onDifference in how you be using your giftsIn the midst of the shit that you dealing withReally specific, you paid attention, panoramicGot the vision like a fer-de-lanceYou attack and you kill it, sinkin’ your teeth with the venomKinda like me with these instrumentalsOr the pen and the pencilOr off the pimpin’ since been pimpin’, keep it sensibleSince you winning you a object of ridiculeObjects appearing closer than you ready forObviously you don’t know what’s aheadBut that’s the reason you can work ’til you dead
I been working hella hard
Shit ain’t really working outI been praying to the LordShit ain’t really working outI been looking to the starsKeep my head up in the cloudsShit ain’t really working outShit ain’t really working outShit ain’t really working out
C’mon bruh, come to the booty club one timeThrow some of that Dreamville moneyThrow some of that Dreamville money of there hoes, bruhThey got dreams too, niggaThey got shit to do too, nigga