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ro-b. z. & king swyft – hard at work lyrics

[intro: king swyft]
look (swyft)
yo, i don’t think they understand, we gon’ be working regardless (feel me?)
yeah, look

[verse 1: king swyft]
back on my sh+t, hard at work (yeah)
swyft don’t miss, better call that first (first)
a master of flows, h+lla crafty with those
i adapt to the madness, they acting opposed
to the passion i have when i’m rapping a dose of these lines
i’m an addict, they cracking the code
i’m defined as a goat with the mind of a king and a god
when i’m spazzing, i’m passing them both
i take over (word); though i stay on track, when i run away, i can’t slow up (nah)
n+ggas be minimal to me, the peak of your talent is under my lowest (yeah)
don’t even speak to me; when i come and i focus, better take notice
’cause when i zone in, sh+t’ll get hot from the spot
every shot that i’m taking, it goes in (brr)
safe to say that i’m untouched like a v+card, never gave one f+ck (never gave one f+ck)
and if anybody got a win over me, i can guarantee that it was dumb luck (sh+t was dumb luck)
i ain’t stressing if n+ggas ain’t matching my effort
i’m guessing they thought it was light
’till i handle ’em quick, then it’s on to the next one
i feel like i’m flexing; if they wanna test it like johnny, then fine
you outta line, must be out of your mind like b.o.b. (yeah)
i’m taking what’s mine, and taking my time with no interruptions, dnd (facts)
’till i get my target, no matter how far away, his aim is precise, cod (word)
’cause if they want smoke, then you better rise so high that they can’t even see your feet (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus: king swyft]
said i’m back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work (work, work, work)
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work (work, work, work)
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work (yeah, yeah, yeah)
still don’t miss, better call that first (facts)
still don’t miss, better, hol’ up, huh (sh+t)
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work (work, work, work)
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work (work, work, work)
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work (work, work, work)
still can’t miss, and i called that first (yeah)
hard at work, hard at work (facts)

[verse 2: ro+b. z.]
i been way too hard at work for all of y’all to hate, uh huh (uh huh, uh huh)
working hard to break y’all system, like f+ck andrew tate, uh huh (b+tch!)
why give a f+ck ‘bout a hater who came up way too late, uh huh (nah)
you gon’ have to do way more than that for me to break, b+tch! (bow!)
you do not know ‘bout staying up late in the night, trying to make a song right (buh, buh, buh)
just for it to rack up a hundred plays and get hated from comments online (buh, nah)
what you know about that fear in your gut and your eyes, not knowing which outcome is nigh? (nah)
‘cause it weighs on your mind that it might not work out
and you’ll die having lived with no purpose in life (nah)
that’s sum only known by the real ones around me
and there is not many who truly care to try (try)
that’s why i isolate myself from those with no peace
and caution myself, “keep the circle tight” (tight)
cooking up heat in the studio, melt all the sleet
there’s no fun in watery eyes (eyes)
but why weep in a bed? i can write and burn mics
my pain a catalyst for my drive, so i
break a beat down, and cut and maim it to the he+rs+ (okay)
using a rode n+thousand, memo notes for the verse (okay, go off)
‘cause the word of mouth is a powerful weapon to go hurt (go off, okay)
a beat or rapper, i’ll always attack to prove worth (okay, go off, go off)
ro+b. z. and king swyft; on here, second and first
but switch ‘em around when you talk who slayed worse
kendrick showed rap a competitive sport
step up to me? word to ferg, put in work, b+tch!
[chorus: ro+b. z.]
hard at work, hard at work, hard at work
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work
still don’t miss, and i called that first
still don’t miss, and i, hol’ up, hol’ up
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work
back on my sh+t, hard at work, hard at work, hard at work
still don’t miss, and i called that first
still don’t miss, and i, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, b+tch!

[outro: ro+b. z.]
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
what the f+ck, man?!
what the f+ck, you can’t+
you’re not better than me, you ain’t better than me!
b+tch! b+tch!

- ro b z king swyft lyrics

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