I'M WORKIN' - John Givez, Jay Prince

Badass nigga gettin' down on his knees

Crown on his head, shoes on his feet

Niggas wanna know, hoes tryna creep

Throw it in the hall, yell it in the street

I’m workin', I’m workin'

I’m workin', I’m workin'

Johnny got up out that minor league

Went St. Lunatic perfect time indeed

Me and my niggas want the pay out

Buy my baby boo a house to lay out

Make way for the new champion

8th grade, knew the world would chant for him

Now I’m A-grade, and I look in the mirror and say, «Candyman»

Tell 'em I’m a handyman

Nigga ain’t fearin' any man

Do it, movin' for that Nike check

Watch me prove it something like a vet

Coming live, straight from Carpet Hill

Where Jezebel and Jasmine try to cop a feel

But tell them hoes I don’t want it

Show me my opponent

I’m twilight and I’m zonin'

Oxtail and that chicken

It’s my season, I’m jerkin'

All my life, I had to fight

Niggas been lurkin'

But I’m workin'

Badass nigga gettin' down on his knees

Crown on his head, shoes on his feet

Niggas wanna know, hoes tryna creep

Throw it in the hall, yell it in the street

I’m workin', I’m workin'

I’m workin', I’m workin'

Uh, nothing but my reflection

Nothing but my confessions

Homebound for a while, better start the addressin'

Like fuck it, let’s get connected

The stress is an understatement

Finessin' my way through greatness

I dare you to take it from me

Bounce around on that stage, boy

They got you now, what you sayin', boy?

You do 'em now, you gon' play it, boy

Tell you this, you no game, boy

For the love, for the money, for the fame

See, my story just another like my brothers

I been hunting, I been searching

I be puffing, I’m allergic to the bull

No more shooting in the function

That’s just something we won’t do

Your assumptions get you killed

Tell me something that you feel

With some give and go together

No division over here, OT (know me well)

Living lowkey (know me well)

And I OD (know me well)

Listen closely, hold me down

And I don’t need (no detail)

When them hundreds (hold it down)

And I wasn’t wasn’t

Badass nigga gettin' down on his knees

(You got to be patient for me)

Crown on his head, shoes on his feet

Niggas wanna know, hoes tryna creep

(Make me believe that you care for me)

Throw it in the hall, yell it in the street

I’m workin', I’m workin'

(You care for me, yoooooou)

I’m workin', I’m workin'

Guy 1: And the bitch gon tell me she wanna see my paystubs

Talking about I’m always coming home from work late

She don’t believe I’m putting in overtime in this motherfucking station

I’m telling you.

I’m tired of this shit dawg.

I’m tired of it.

What am I

supposed to do?

Guy 2: Man, I feel you.

I ain’t never did no overtime, but one time I had go

over to Kim’s house

Guy 1: Oh, with the big ole…

Guy 2: and I said I was havingovertime

Guy 2: Oh right right right.

ni--

Guy 1: Oh we’re on?

Jimmy, tell me