"Nasty Work" lyrics
(feat. Spit Gemz)
Perfection is what they can't rush
Murder art - slit your fucking throat with a paintbrush
Scrambling, battering ram, first the 'caine flush
Happy knife, hack and slice, sacrifice, vein cut
Maime chumps - bag 'em up, tag 'em up, stained gloves
Icepick his fickle heart—pickle it inside my pissin' jar
Fresh to death, Nike check—be the sickle, god
Listen pa, your favorite rapper's a fucking prison guard
When it come to stackin' up stats, you shouldn't get involved
You watch your motherfucking mouth
Never needed to drop a record to put a hit out
They said I would fail...
They was dead wrong
They reached for the crown - now they head gone
I'm the motherfucking best, and there's nothing you can say to me
Your phone full of garbage - there's nothing you can play for me
Hate me 'cause my talent, maybe 'cause I'm Italian
Hate me 'cause I'm Boricua, but I don't say that I'm Latin
I am god - give a fuck how you feel about me
Eat lead, copper. Everything real about me
Gemz!
I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been an addict
Like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
All men are not created equal
Mediocre people don't like winning
And winning don't like mediocre people
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice...
Some movies should never have a sequel
Your daddy should've let your mama drink you
Clout chasers, haters, and punchline biters
Go time - we outside like Amazon Prime drivers
Nigga, we outside like vagabond skydivers
I'm a splash water inside her and fuck Tyla
You tryna suck Tyler... the Creator?
And I don't judge, bro - just don't be a liar
We still outside the Empire - TIE fighters
My pen game name-names: the Jaguar Wright-er
Useful idiots with misinformed answers
Might as well ask massa for a bucket of Colonel Sanders
(Coon-ass niggas)
Gourmet Wordplay - I shit talk on TikTok
I know the real Rick Ross...
The algorithm's the pit boss
Pissed off and ripped off - real hip hop
Promoting big-lipped niggas with lip gloss
Career block—we take possession like a tip-off
And get it jumping, nigga - get your head chipped off
I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been an addict
Like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been an addict
Like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Murder art - slit your fucking throat with a paintbrush
Scrambling, battering ram, first the 'caine flush
Happy knife, hack and slice, sacrifice, vein cut
Maime chumps - bag 'em up, tag 'em up, stained gloves
Icepick his fickle heart—pickle it inside my pissin' jar
Fresh to death, Nike check—be the sickle, god
Listen pa, your favorite rapper's a fucking prison guard
When it come to stackin' up stats, you shouldn't get involved
You watch your motherfucking mouth
Never needed to drop a record to put a hit out
They said I would fail...
They was dead wrong
They reached for the crown - now they head gone
I'm the motherfucking best, and there's nothing you can say to me
Your phone full of garbage - there's nothing you can play for me
Hate me 'cause my talent, maybe 'cause I'm Italian
Hate me 'cause I'm Boricua, but I don't say that I'm Latin
I am god - give a fuck how you feel about me
Eat lead, copper. Everything real about me
Gemz!
I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been an addict
Like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
All men are not created equal
Mediocre people don't like winning
And winning don't like mediocre people
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice...
Some movies should never have a sequel
Your daddy should've let your mama drink you
Clout chasers, haters, and punchline biters
Go time - we outside like Amazon Prime drivers
Nigga, we outside like vagabond skydivers
I'm a splash water inside her and fuck Tyla
You tryna suck Tyler... the Creator?
And I don't judge, bro - just don't be a liar
We still outside the Empire - TIE fighters
My pen game name-names: the Jaguar Wright-er
Useful idiots with misinformed answers
Might as well ask massa for a bucket of Colonel Sanders
(Coon-ass niggas)
Gourmet Wordplay - I shit talk on TikTok
I know the real Rick Ross...
The algorithm's the pit boss
Pissed off and ripped off - real hip hop
Promoting big-lipped niggas with lip gloss
Career block—we take possession like a tip-off
And get it jumping, nigga - get your head chipped off
I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been an addict
Like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been an addict
Like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
