fame junior – god’s work lyrics
verse1
uhh! look!!!!
(uhh) look what the low-lives did
overly dedicated,this’s what the dream-chase brings
you tryina buy face,i’m just wishing you luck
i’m about to leave you with these bars, lik’ oscar pestorious
reflecting on the week i’ve had, planning ma week ahead
swear i’m losin’ ma mind,how these broads offer me head
no sit downs,guess i’m cut from the same-cloth of standing outs
without a doubt,ma words weight worth a heavy price
i started with hand-me-downs,i couldn’t afford the price
i was sold a dream ‘n i bought it,i afforded the luck
i got next, but patience is the mind frame
mind-state of a street-kid, i go through life hoping to find change!
hook
i’m tryina find myself without losing myself in the process
even when tired,go is the only word i know & i never rest
we started broke,told my n-ggas we never go back again
all we ever wanted is the money my n-gga, you can keep the fame
pop sayin’,go hard till you live it up
& if they hating,go hard till they give it up!!!!!
don’t even try to fight it
they can’t nock the hustle,its all god’s work
(x2)
i’m tryina find myself without losing myself in the process
even when tired,go is the only word i know & i never rest
we started broke & told my n-ggas we never go back again
all we ever wanted is the money my n-gga, you can keep the fame (keep the fame)
verse2
i vow to tell nothing but the truth when the mic is on
don’t get it misconstrued,it’s either you dream big or you move along
or find yourself in the land of do or die,facing down in the ocean
and drown in these thoughts,of a m-ss-hypnosis
pushing hard on tracks,like i’m a train smash till ma whole team flourish!
no days off,i take what’s mines, cause even procrastination takes time
hater back off,cause it only a matter of time till we put your dreams on a flat-line
my catalog slithers,they get bitter,we get bigger
screaming f•ck whoever hating on a n-gga
myself again’st the world,never rep no crew
they never made heats,they known for tweets on some eurika baduh
steps of a slim tramp, that freak slap on whoever sleeps on shacks
guap stacks, drop tracks, till we blow cheques
ent-tled to big perks, seperate from fakes
and tell ’em keep the fame
and feed of it,pull a mandela walk,never a work of shame
bars that portrays the truth steke biko
i’m off key like a whack beat,no k!llos
free-throws when they tryina take shorts
never give in or hold steps,its due to my late pops that i never rest
its do or die, swear it’s our time i rap just to get by,selling dreams money can by
success as the chauffeur,that’s what i’m driven by, yea that’s what i’m driven by (truuust)
i’m tryina find myself without losing myself in the process
even when tired,go is the only word i know & i never rest
we started broke,told my n-ggas we never go back again
all we ever wanted is the money my n-gga, you can keep the fame (keep the fame)
pop sayin’,go hard till you live it up
& if they hating,go hard till they give it up!!!!!
don’t even try to fight it
they can’t nock the hustle,its all god’s work
(x2)
i’m tryina find myself without losing myself in the process
even when tired,go is the only word i know & i never rest
we started broke & told my n-ggas we never go back again
all we ever wanted is the money my n-gga, you can keep the fame, keep the fame
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