The Workin Man - Marlon Craft, Oswin Benjamin, Chris Rivers

I’m tired of these cats who was asleep tryin' rookie me

I been in the league, you just wasn’t lookin, B

I’m tired of actin like these guys half as good as me

So I don’t come off unlikeable, that’s the pussy me

I’m done with that guy

I don’t give a fuck about you rap guys

I ain’t talkin' rappers, talkin' rap guys

Who sit at home on they phone and blast guys on Twitter

When they ain’t even been baptized in the river of truth I was tossed into

Told sink or swim, I grew fins, fuck y’all gon' do wit me?

Y’all type to want get-well cards when you stub yo toe

Y’all type to see fuck shit and be like «He gettin money tho»

Fuck outta here

I’m the Circle Line boat, I move around my peers

And all the life I breathed into New York couldn’t save it from this covid

Guess we should all be more humble and it start right here

They gon' ride the wave

Imma rock the boat

They got lots to say

It ain’t logical

I done paved the way

So your stock could grow

Shhh, the workin man comin', shut the fuck up homie

Shut the fuck up, homie

(Shut the fuck up, homie)

I need my pension

Feed my brethren

Shhh, the workin man comin'

Throwin punches, I ain’t duckin

Took my body blows to highly homes suffered

In the silent smilin out in public

My kindness been they crutches

The black big Spanish I had enough

This nice guy only finish last when he fuckin'

See I been through a lot

I gave these niggas Juilliard Shakur

Now they dealin' with red wing Jersey Pac

All that sweet shit out the window

Vanilla ice and rappers over balconies

I shook em down for everything they got, don’t push me

It concern my wife or my family I turn from Kirk Franklin to

Yeah that’s how it’s lookin

All that nigga work been overlooked

And before they book me I might be in bookings

They been trippin on us just to see the way we fall

The man you don’t fuck with?

The man that got his back against the wall

For my people I put it all on the line

So don’t make a nigga show you how he learned to survive

On God

I put 10,000 hours

Pen pal to powwow

Was sent down to get proud, not bend down to cowards

Only bend down wit dollars in a duffel

I got em in a struggle

I put two and two together and my product only double

And niggas when they love you but they focus on the profits like the devil

And they always got rebuttals

I’m befuddled how you fumble when my balls is in yo mouth

Got a couple real niggas that when shit was goin south

They still kept my name away from all the doubts so I love you

I’m just tryna be the workin man

Anything is certain, it’s that serpent’s land

Write us how you circle if you servin lamb

That’s why I’m the goat

I only speak in quotes

The absolute least I can do is the most

Always feeling hopeless is concealing that

You hope that even when we broken it don’t always mean we broke

Stop wavin, bring a boat

They gon' ride the wave

Imma rock the boat

They got lots to say

It ain’t logical

I done paved the way

So your stock could grow

Shhh, the workin man comin', shut the fuck up homie

Shut the fuck up, homie

(Shut the fuck up, homie)

I need my pension

Feed my brethren

Shhh, the workin man comin'

Uh huh, I’m like a bat signal for the real niggas

This for Sambo from the field, niggas

I see you tap dancing for appeal, nigga

I was wit Kaep when he kneeled, nigga

And still, that’s why the pen strokes and the condolences

Hoein for the views, nigga, nobody notices

It’s only for the views, nah, this what the focus is

High off fame still up in the dopes

It’s just the clickbait crack rock

Get yo head in, I’m David in the shoe of Goliath, tryna fit in

I’m cool off that, I got the U-haul pack

I got time to go back and forth, where it do all that

I got the scoop on rap, I paint the Yukon black

And hit the whole game up like 2Pac back

Nigga say that shit, fuck yo Maybach, bitch

Until we see we ain’t free yet, you ain’t that rich

I speak so Gil Scott-Heron wearing a Teflon vest can removing my flesh

While proclaiming we oppressed by the press

Plain bloody knuckles wit infinity’s best

Christopher Wallace, David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

Cooler than the Digable Planets cassette on Tourettes

The babbles crack, lobster’s free, ey

Gettin cabin fever carrying cottage cheese they milk us for cheap

To get a beef from rap he needs to rock title of Yeezy

You act good to the good people

Hood to the hood people

I mix matching

I may now acknowledge when he miss practice

The pump’s dyslexic

Westside gone ad libs

Paintin' my youths canvas

Slain for the news cameras

Hashtag for a fragment then back to who’s boobs flashing

Don’t need to drop vinyls to drop science

Credit to this gangster, I drop violence

Trigger fingers mixed with methamphetamine and anger they pop Mollys

When the depression and recession’s here and Tia and Tamara double pile-drive me

But when you close to clockin' out the work start payin' off

They gon' ride the wave

I’mma rock the boat

They got lots to say

It ain’t logical

I done paved the way

So your stock could grow

Shhh, the workin man comin', shut the fuck up homie

Shut the fuck up, homie

(Shut the fuck up, homie)

I need my pension

Feed my brethren

Shhh, the workin man comin'