"Worker's Comp" lyrics

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We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more work
We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more work
We got more work to do
We got more work to do

Niggas be entitled, where do that shit come from?
Whole time, you ain't done nothin'
Everybody say they runnin' shit
All I see, a bunch of bum rushin'
Thumbs work, but your tongue tied
Shoes untied, niggas trippin', ain't it?
Got 'em wildin' for attention, ain't it?
Ayy, fuck you mean you deserve? (Cap)
What you mean you need a meal ticket? (Cap)
We only serve just desserts, I mean
We prefer different feathers if we finna group it like a flock of birds, I mean
Niggas don't wanna learn, fronto the only time I seen 'em turn a leaf
Give me somethin' I can earn at least
Fuck you mean you deserve?
Give me somethin' I can burn at least
Top shelf, that'll weed 'em out
Know he lost, told him where to go, niggas only lookin' for the easy route
Real nigga, never needed clout
Real stepper, fuck a hazin' ritual, way too many niggas creasin' now
Ain't too many Nico Robin, we like throwin' hands, it don't be a reason now
Bullets come with palm readings now
Pulitzers in my sight, so no exaggeration, ain't no tall tees around
Fees is up, G's is down
Better know he keep Jesus 'round
Bunch of employees around
We got more work

We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more work
We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more

Money in the bank these days, but we can't get comfortable
I ain't talkin' 'bout no Quaaludes when a nigga say he wanna be Huxtable
Motherfucker talkin' 'bout K2, know as far as smoke go, he can't fuck with us
Top shelf, you gotta put up with us
Might pull a rug, been tuftin' shit
Niggas ain't really that tough to us
Ten thousand hours, ain't worried 'bout niggas, it's above me now, it ain't up to us
Can't be honest, ain't worried 'bout niggas in the field, still just a crutch to us
Ovens the only thing goin' Dutch with us
Pull up in they ave for months and months, I'm ready to work
Off the runway, ready to wear
That Pepé Le Pew, my shit in the air
Debut ten years, these niggas still here
I'm tenured as fuck
Just don't want y'all to consider this luck
I came in this game, ain't give shit up
Just crunch more numbers, ain't did this up
Unravelin' truth, they twistin' it up
Finna keep buildin' up

Nigga, we got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got more work
We got more work to do
We got more work to do
We got