The Work by Kole Spell Lyrics
[Verse I]
I stay up all night;
I go to sleep watchin' cartoons
Can't stand the silence
The paranoia make it hard to
I live in the dark with the cold hearts and
The smart dudes
It's hard to rest so most times
I choose not to
I smoke an ounce a week;
I'm a fuckin' walkin' pharmacy
Half a stack a week;
Cops are lookin' right at me
When it's time for me to eat
I'll leave you lookin' rather meek
Aye, this my peak; Flow viral
Need the McAfee
Bitch, I'm ill
I'm too ill
I'm tryna cop the bill'
Aye, yeah that's real
I can't leave my house without the steel
AK's, .38's, and them 9 mills
Extended clips, if the pigs see
They'll fuckin' flip
I'm always out, but no doubt
I kill the beats and rhymes
I'm fitted out
Chasin' clout up in the meantime
The only way without you judgin' I can speak my mind
We servin' pies and I ain't talkin' bout no key lime
[Verse II]
Freddie G
I'm still livin' like a drug dealer
The whole crew know I'm true
Because I thug with them
I can't show you how to live, but
How to stack your bread
I'll show you how to move the weight and how to hide the-
I got some morals, I ain't livin' like an animal
But when it comes to the numbers I'm irrational
You do the same when your boss starts harassin' you
Yo, it ain't personal; It's strictly just transactional
Lord, forgive me
Blurry vision; I'm on high alert
Sometimes, I think about a life where
I ain't gotta serve
That shit'd be sweeter than a
Liter of the purple flurp
But until then, whatchu need?
I got the fuckin' work
[Hook]
Gettin' at it
(x at least 5. Count it yourself, bitch)
Whatchu need?
I got the
Got the
Work
Got the work
I got the (stutter effect that drops panties)
I stay up all night;
I go to sleep watchin' cartoons
Can't stand the silence
The paranoia make it hard to
I live in the dark with the cold hearts and
The smart dudes
It's hard to rest so most times
I choose not to
I smoke an ounce a week;
I'm a fuckin' walkin' pharmacy
Half a stack a week;
Cops are lookin' right at me
When it's time for me to eat
I'll leave you lookin' rather meek
Aye, this my peak; Flow viral
Need the McAfee
Bitch, I'm ill
I'm too ill
I'm tryna cop the bill'
Aye, yeah that's real
I can't leave my house without the steel
AK's, .38's, and them 9 mills
Extended clips, if the pigs see
They'll fuckin' flip
I'm always out, but no doubt
I kill the beats and rhymes
I'm fitted out
Chasin' clout up in the meantime
The only way without you judgin' I can speak my mind
We servin' pies and I ain't talkin' bout no key lime
[Verse II]
Freddie G
I'm still livin' like a drug dealer
The whole crew know I'm true
Because I thug with them
I can't show you how to live, but
How to stack your bread
I'll show you how to move the weight and how to hide the-
I got some morals, I ain't livin' like an animal
But when it comes to the numbers I'm irrational
You do the same when your boss starts harassin' you
Yo, it ain't personal; It's strictly just transactional
Lord, forgive me
Blurry vision; I'm on high alert
Sometimes, I think about a life where
I ain't gotta serve
That shit'd be sweeter than a
Liter of the purple flurp
But until then, whatchu need?
I got the fuckin' work
[Hook]
Gettin' at it
(x at least 5. Count it yourself, bitch)
Whatchu need?
I got the
Got the
Work
Got the work
I got the (stutter effect that drops panties)