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skinnyman - put in the work lyrics

[verse 1]
blud, i’m just a little dargart, dapper, street scr-pper
slash part time rapper
100% come fi deal wid the matter
arrogant!
big headed, easy to flatter
getting fat to yamming food off of a platinum platter
don’t believe that, ’cause you can’t see that, you eediat!
who’s the one keeping it underground, [?]
everybody that i’m seeing rapping, now i see a [brack?]
call it freestyle, [for them man i feel like free chat?]
free that! with your free cd promote a free track
less than [cheaps?] allow me, i don’t need that
i ain’t spitting on the mike unless it’s gonna feed that
i’m in the park for man who’s asking, ‘where’s the weed at?’
i [?] that! you know where my high-grade trees at
wave your spliffs in the air, now make me see that
[?] it out loud, tell the government to free that
14 years for shotting weed, but i [?] that

[chorus]
i see some mandem tryna put in the work
and getting left in the dirt
and now all they’ve got left
is their pride and it hurts
tryna represent
but that ain’t paying the rent
time is money, on the street is where my time is spent

i see some mandem tryna put in the work
and getting left in the dirt
and now all they’ve got left
is their pride and it hurts
tryna represent
but that ain’t paying the rent
time is money, on the street is where my time is spent

[verse 2]
that’s why i do the graveyard shift
with a bouquet of flowers
our [?]’s raw if we don’t do them gangster hours
nocturnally
you can burn with me until the sunrise
work the shift through until the moon’s in the sky
day in, day out
get my reload
pay in, pay out
working hard to buy my baby mums a house
my whole life has been lived irresponsible
hustling and fighting, and dodging police constables
it’s those circ-mstances that we’re living in
stressed out to f-ck and still we’re never giving in
my son’s out on road, i pray the lord delivers him
from all of the evil that we do ’cause n-body’s see-through!
run up on me, and i’ll get to see you
start acting digi like your name’s r2-d2
we’re street soldiers fighting for all the wars
so big up to everyone who’s working hard for the cause!

[verse 3]
my lickle brudda obi told me what don’t k!ll me
can only make me stronger
that’s why i’m planning to be in this game longer
than little whipper-snappers, come-and-go rappers
aren’t they forgetting that we’re the dog’s knackers?
murdering those stick-up kids, to kidnappers
bring it to me now, you lickle [?]
i hustle too hard for me to ever be a brackers
in london, the land of these young gun clappers
where it’s… m.u.d. for life
and after my death
i’m repping muddy fam until the last of my breath
at this point i’ve only got 6 bars left
but i feel there’s more sh-t for me to stress
to my poor unemployed down at the dss
to my peeps on the streets that are tryna progress
to my peeps that are down with a couple weeks left
this is the type of sh-t we have to manifest, yes!

yes, i’ve seen some mandem tryna put in the work
and getting left in the dirt
and now all they’ve got left
is their pride and it hurts
tryna represent
but that ain’t paying the rent
time is money, on the street is where my time is spent

- skinnyman lyrics

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