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casper & b. - work hard lyrics

[verse 1: michael christmas]
clownin’ my n-ggas and meeting pieces still a daily
routine, never going alone, i’m bring 80
black jordan 3’s with the tucked tee and it feel like ’03
pops might hit the blunt, moms might try to stunt
got a 6 year old sister and she’ll probably stick you up
just be careful when she smile and ask you to pick her up
i got kicked out the mall after dropping in my first sh-t
now they got security that’s asking for verses
worth this, the world stops feeling worthless
as soon as you stop being chicken sh-t like church is
and yeah i’m still scared, the future is a monster
sleepin’ 56 nights, beast mode for them commas
honest, my black jeans ripped the crotch
i’m black as ever, getting paid like mr. rah
and i’m in your hotels like mister fox
this beat bang in the trunk like mister watts

[hook: marc e. b-ssy]
it’s a mystery
the past and present’s history
windows tinted
ghost to see how far the stare will go
i’ma work hard, i’ma work hard like
i’m gonna go
i’ma work hard, i’ma work hard for it
i’ma work hard for it

[verse 2: michael christmas]
searching for the taco truck, praying for a benz truck
get the wings up, put a couple chicken wings up
city ’bout to put some rings up
cold turkey, n-ggas quit up on they vision
flint 13’s in the power ranger action figure, bad lil n-gga
rapping got my name just a tad lil bigger
rapping was a motherf-cking fad, go figure
i was supposed to be a doctor
pull up with my wife at the phantom of the opera
now i hope my wife hate the phantom of the opera
rather watch nes make a band with choppa
you’ll never shut me down
like a 2-3 defense, my shooters at the corner
might find me buying h-lla snacks at the border
might spend a hundred off racks on a sofa
these n-ggas tripping off the dough like homer
i’m the snapchat surfer

[verse 3: michael christmas]
they had the pictures, i had the [?]
they had that new sh-t when my sh-t was hurtin’
i often think about pullin’ the curtain
then i start thinkin’ ’bout putting the work in
they fresh, been [?] a ho for a minute
i seen some tweets from the saltiest n-ggas
act like it’s my fault you n-ggas cut corners
in love with handouts like biology textbooks
i’m [?] borders baby, cash
draggin’ b-tches to the trash
you deserve to get deleted
spend all this time to get you, now you want me back?
never call my jack again
same phone, same number
doin’ donuts in an old three hundred
i been bossed up, this is a reminder

- casper b lyrics

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