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A Kerr - Workin Lyrics

(Intro, PRKR speaks)

They say money is the root of all evil
But I want the money...for the power to change my situation
I want the power...to influence my generation for the better
And I want the respect...for standing for what I believe in


Hook
Oh you know, I'm just out here working hard
Tryna get my momma off that Boulevard

Do it for the check, money power respect
Dem boys on the same tip, I'm done with that

Your story old, time to cop a new agenda
You mean that drop ain't yours? Hope you didn't have to rent it
Oh that's your homie chain, when you getting yours minted?
I see them notes on you, but they are not legal tender

Put em on a frame, yeah you boys insane, make up your mind yeah

Tryna fake it till you make it such a waste of time, yeah

Hustle hustle hustle, wake up and get on the grind yeah, maybe one day then your hooks will be as good as mine yeah
And I'm good as gold, call it platinum boy, I got hits

Whipping whipping on the boards, every shot I take a hit

Chef curry, cooking cooking, swear to God I can't miss

All these haters, looking looking in they bag, but I ain't tripping, (what you doing?)

Hook
Oh you know, I'm just out here working hard
Tryna get my momma off that boulevard

Do it for the check, money power respect
Dem boys on the same tip, I'm done with that

Your story old, time to cop a new agenda
You mean that drop ain't yours? Hope you didn't have to rent it
Oh that's your homie chain, when you getting yours minted?
I see them notes on you, but they are not legal tender

You niggas fakin'…

You niggas fakin'…

Can't take it...
Yeah...

Verse

Workin' workin' slaving on my night job, yeah

Graveyard shift, I'll introduce you to the reaper

Young angel of death in this muffuga...

I want your firstborn sons and daughters, no I ain't being facetious

Better call on Jesus I don't see no blood up on your door post

Oh no. Say that nigga PRKR do the most most

But I killem. Every. Friggin. Time I. do a. song. For em

Racking up my body count ain't even on the song for it, my God

Why you give me this? You should have it back

Devil tryna re-neg on my soul, he on the attack

Dark hearted nigga I don't know where I'm at
Am I falling? Ask the question while I rise to the task, what you doin?

Hook
Oh you know, I'm just out here working hard
Tryna get my momma off that boulevard

Do it for the check, money power respect
Dem boys on the same tip, I'm done with that

Your story old, time to cop a new agenda
You mean that drop ain't yours? Hope you didn't have to rent it
Oh that's your homie chain, when you getting yours minted?
I see them notes on you, but they are not legal tender

You niggas fakin'…

You niggas fakin'…

Can't take it...