superstar bandman – work for me lyrics
[verse 1: superstar bandman]
rather stand up on the block dawg i hate a 9-5
keep yo nickel just to keep it five more than 95
i can’t stop i keep on rapping man they think i’m out of time
i’m so sick contract diseases like i signed that dotted line
judge i don’t want a deal you can keep the case
she know it go down in the dm ask aretha frank
cause that’s where we from where n-ggas k!ll you if you see some bank
and if they preying on you use the glock that’s who you need to thank
my mama think i ain’t gone make it think i’m running late
but i gotta hold my own just like when my stomach ache
girl a hater but want pipe from me i think i’m loving hate
but i’d rather hold my own just like when i mastur wait
smoke up in a opp lung gotta put the strap to bro medulla
calling bs if you think that’s more important than the mula
buffies man they frozen like the movie and a family cooler
sell me some fugazi switching roles gotta ice my jeweler
[hook]
why answer to a n-gga when i don’t respect authority
tryna own a label don’t want other labels touring me
imma pedal forward with this gas the music flooring me
got the people staring cause i know they see it’s more in me
mama say don’t work that long unless they work for me
gotta ditch the 9-5 cause it ain’t gone work for me
always been a quiet guy but now my words work for me
nothing else had worked but now i know the rap will work for me
[verse 2: billie d]
ain’t no plan b for my dreams man i got it prego
always in some holes like the top when you connecting legos
write some raps and make some pesos usually that’s how my day goes
when i’m rapping all i get is os like they pay in bagels
n-ggas playing like they got it call it acting up
left his girl on r because her older sister backing up
n-ggas say i’m soft when it get hot i get to cracking up
looking up to me because i see n-ggas ain’t stack enough
pockets looking like a morgue cause it’s stuffed with dead people
popping like a pill won’t get arrested cause these meds legal
call that girl a demon swear to god because her head evil
taking shots and then we kicking back just like a des eagle
get on beats and everybody wanna hear me speak
stepping out the mud and use your neck when i go wipe my feet
tryna be to be cool will get you smoked cause n-ggas die by heat
could give a million reasons why i’m born this way like gaga be
[hook]
why answer to a n-gga when i don’t respect authority
tryna own a label don’t want other labels touring me
i’m a pedal forward with this gas the music flooring me
got the people staring cause i know they see it’s more in me
mama say don’t work that long unless they work for me
gotta ditch the 9-5 cause it ain’t gone work for me
always been a quiet guy but now my words work for me
nothing else had worked but now i know the rap will work for me
work for me
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