It's that work hard, play hard Make you quit that day job I smoked so much this year We couldn't even take a day off I plan to take a trip Want the money how it's spent I just re-up Plus I just payed my phone and the rent
Hey, it's lit Call my partners up We going up, you slowing up I never judge, we do indulge In truth I never touch this stuff One puff of that fluffy stuff Shit hit me like a sucker punch Side effects include Mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth Down another bottle with my niggas Before this was a movie We pictured us living bitter And I forgive 'em, whatever, whatever Telling me different Nothing is given without sacrifices Something is close to niggas to chill with Pray for the children The government spiking penicillin And lord willin' We all live to be 20 million Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceiling? Cause five years ago We came to be without disappearing
It's that work hard, play hard Make you quit that day job I smoked so much this year We couldn't even take a day off I plan to take a trip Want the money how it's spent I just re-up Plus I just payed my phone and the rent
It's that work hard, play hard I just got a blow job Smoke so much this year We couldn't even take a day off Twenty something years I never had a fucking day job Never ask for truth It's what expected, it's a trade-off
Real nigga shit, getting money bound to flip Now turned on like I'm the shit Bitch I told you how it gets It's that mix, ain't rap long Rap, puffing an hour I'm in a all black top, strapped like [?] So I can go top speed with the blinkers on Screaming "fuck the world" Martin king is gone Who am I? who am I? Handsome guy, might stunt On you niggas with a patch on my eye Please, turn up the headphones I speak the value I pray for freaks, we gon bring the outcome Toke, toke and choke We just need your vocals So this is the future Ain't what your used to Four years ago I was poorer than you are Trapping in the lobby And the back of a u-haul
It's that work hard, play hard I just got a blow job Smoke so much this year We couldn't even take a day off Twenty something years I never had a fucking day job Never ask for truth It's what expected, it's a trade-off
It's that work hard, play hard Make you quit that day job I smoked so much this year We couldn't even take a day off I plan to take a trip Want the money how it's spent I just re-up Plus I just payed my phone and the rent
This that work hard, play hard Rest in peace to trayvon Did so much different drugs This year I'm feeling so amazing Lsd them potent doses Smoking 'til I take off Two freaks, one meech That's an even trade-off
Rosemary's baby the hand I rock my cradle to the grave I had six exorcisms This year alone and I feel the same I'm high and sleep deprived Having nightmares while I'm still awake 40 Ounce, sipper, until my liver give away I think I lost my mind and I'm willing to trade My soul if you can find it An even exchange I'm young and deranged All these drugs in my body Rawer than the kilo Under my granddaddy pillow Kill a cop, la-la-laugh, reload, ha-ha-ha Drop classics, we now laugh at you niggas I average 50 I don't feel the need to pass to you niggas Roll up the sticky, young irrational nigga Don't throw stones Unless your crib is shatter proof nigga A headshot, now let's see If you splatter-proof nigga
Work hard, play hard Make you quit that day job I smoked so much this year We couldn't even take a day off I plan to take a trip Want the money how it's spent I just re-up Plus I just payed my phone and the rent
Work hard, play hard I just got a blow job Smoke so much this year We couldn't even take a day off Twenty something years I never had a fucking day job Never ask for truth It's what expected, it's a trade-off
Work hard, play hard Rest in peace to trayvon Did so much different drugs This year I'm feeling so amazing Lsd them potent doses smoking 'til I take off Two freaks, one meech That's an even trade-off
Compositores: Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice & Erick Arc Elliott