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king.kid - work lyrics

(hook)
it’s 7:30 in the morning, i was rolling
blunt still smoking in the ashtray
yesterday was a bad day, i been hoping
for a play to get me paid, i’m focused
read a hater face like a book, got they lip poking
i ain’t social, choose a medium to be open
and pay me ‘fore you post it
i was paid when i was posted, more reefer than the bottom of the ocean
we were puffing like a blow fish

(verse 1)
bomb on him, mad explosive
loud enough to cause commotion, you crack it open
put that work in, i’m working
the clock i got don’t punch time
learned to work a second job while i was at the 9+5
whether it was dimes or quarters, i needed change
in order to stay alive, who the f+ck is gon’ support him?
i was born to hustle, was bred to get it and get the bread
it’s probably dead if i got a penny missing, won’t miss a head
different class, special ed, separate me, educate these n+ggas
that i’m better but whatever they can break a leg
throw a shot, i give back shots to make yo miss happy
i know all the right b+ttons to push because i’m tech savvy
dope i cook off of this pot is still hot
you know it’s gon’ rock, greg street at 6 o’clock
plenty plot, many scheming when you hot
but i want my shot just like gimme got, so when i hit the block..

(hook)
at 7:30 in the morning, i was rolling
blunt still smoking in the ashtray
yesterday was a bad day, i been hoping
for a play to get me paid, i’m focused
read a hater face like a book, got they lip poking
i ain’t social, choose a medium to be open
and pay me ‘fore you post it
i was paid when i was posted, more reefer than the bottom of the ocean
we were puffing like a blow fish

(verse 2)
most b+tches tricking like a dog show
all these hoes thoughtful, appetite for brain till a thot full
only pressure, not bull, i see read, drop through
my spanish b+tch try you, and prolly make you buy two
on top of what you buy too, she bi too
she f+ck around and buy you, i heard the price dropped too
we high too, stale face, f+ck you saying hi to?
a sly crew, they hide you, hanging on like line two
rapping like surprise boo, bang her cause she fine too
much weed in the blunt, i been on my grind too
zips, zip em up, moonrock look like it’s dyed blue
money cause i wanted to, gotta bring the jag through g
bags in the jag too, gas when i pass you
smell it when i pass too, got no one to pass to
circle getting smaller but it’s sorta like i have to
ruler of the block, the first and last to leave the avenue

(hook)
round 7:30 in the evening, i’m blowing
water bugs sitting in the ashtray
celebrating happy bag day
i was stroking every bill inside my palm, i’m focused
sh+tting on the n+ggas who would play me like i’m joking
now i scroll through toilet paper like they did homie whenever he would post it
motivated to be posted, had to come up from the bottom of the ocean
they wonder why we gloating..

- king kid lyrics

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