Workin Out lyrics
Take your heart, don’t let me break it in twoI’m sure that I could possibly do nothin’ for youI’m nearly on the edge, I’m bout to jump in the fuelI’m really not afraid of nothin’
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 hard, shit ain’t really working outI been praying to the Lord, shit ain’t really working outI been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the cloudsShit ain’t really working out, shit ain’t really working outShit ain’t really working out
Quiet
Don’t explainWhat is there to gain
Shit, 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 out
I been praying to the Lord, shit ain’t really working outI been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the cloudsShit ain’t really working out, shit 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 at these hoes, bruhThey got dreams too, nigga, ha haThey got shit to do too nigga, ha ha haThey got dreams too bruh bruhY’all Dreamville-uh aye aye, aye aye, uh uhNext time you see that nigga J. Cole bruhYou tell that nigga the same thing manI fuck with y’all niggas bro, why that nigga J. ColeGot all this money, look like he ’bout toBorrow somebody charger or something“C’mon bruh, let me get your charger bruhLet me get my shit to uh, uh 10% percentAnd I’ll give this shit back to you bruh bruh”C’mon bruh flex some of that Dreamville money, let me see it