Work Ethic - Jehst

(See, my strategy when it comes down to

My work ethic

I mean it’s simple.

Just be the best)

I fall down but never fall-off

I’m fully committed to making a killing from this at all costs

I stopped signing no time to cotch

I sacrifice my life like Christ on the cross

This rhyme book is the bible

I’m searching for signs of betrayal in the eyes of a disciple

I decipher the puzzle of arrival

Analyse their weakness

Eight days a week I’ll be training for the title

King of the hill

You got beef don’t bring it to Bill

I’m just trying to smoke trees and chill

To the next grind date

Until you get your mind straight

Stay the fuck out my way

Because everybody got to get paid

While some will pull a gun out and spray

Better duck out the gate

Others exploit others

I exploit these skills

It’s all in a day’s work to avoid these bills

I build a joint and chill

As I finish the page

From staircase to stage to minimum wage

It’s okay

My work ethic is blood, sweat, tears;

years;

buds, beers

24/7 trying to build careers

And we pay them bills when the cheque clears

My work ethic is strict, fair;

spit, tear;

kick, snare

If you grind for the coin in your pocket

And the notes in your wallet say 'Shit yeah'!

I never stop grafting

I’ve got the song blasting

And if you don’t understand

Then you’re not starving

I see the apple up in God’s garden

I’m telling Eve don’t believe no snake

She never got past him

The effects of that greed could be long-lasting

See I need to feed but there’s a wrong path and

There’s a right path…

A long hard road

You man are on a quick sketch like The Fast Show

It’s so tragic

You try taking a shortcut and get caught up in the heavy traffic

Steady static, no movement

You’ll be counting the hours for your own amusement

I’m in the house like home improvement

My album’s bound to blow like the fuse went

Because I put in the necessary grind, man

You’ve got a plan but it’s all in your mind, man

(You could learn a few things from my man)

He’s right man

There’s no such word as 'try', man

My work ethic is blood, sweat, tears;

years;

buds, beers

24/7 trying to build careers

And we pay them bills when the cheque clears

My work ethic is strict, fair;

spit, tear;

kick, snare

If you grind for the coin in your pocket

And the notes in your wallet say, 'Shit yeah'!

My work ethic is blood, sweat, tears;

years;

buds, beers

If you grind for the coin in your pocket

And the notes in your wallet say 'We in here'!

My work ethic is cop, drop, shot

Dance floors burning hot

If you grind for the coin in your pocket

And the notes in your wallet everybody say 'it don’t stop'!

(My work ethic)