Bulby Wurk Hard by The Era Footwork Crew Lyrics
I work hard city know I go hard ayyyyyyye I go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard. Hey
They saying shit like we the last of a dying breed
Grew the culture, like we in the backyard planting seeds
I ain't no mc (Nope)
You couldn’t find a rapper, hitting glides as cold as me
Ghost a make yo soul leave
Michael Jackson times 3
I come from granny basement, long nights floating shits creek
That’s 91st street
Where the greats selected me
B-u-l-b when we in these streets
These niggas sleeping
Im up at 3 a.m. stroking my thoughts the rent is creeping
But do you know the feeling?
You Gotta come up with that income, cause the pipes is dripping
Im on my way to work, im labbin boy im never slipping
I solve a problem any circle, boy we mathematicians
I come from 4 a.m., labbin out in moms kitchen
To foldin dudes in lunchrooms, and then we cop suspensions
The skates unique like when 2 atoms splitting
I caught the game fast ball, no glove or mitten
Its either cold winters or hot summers
You either dance or hoop with the manz, or them streets will melt you like hot butter
Cause im a crowd splitter
Old soul credentials master splinter
Track leaner wurkz is cleaner, straight out the brita
Leaving my print in the field like a pair of cleats
So they coppin me like a parakeet
Wurkz hard floats hard, let my talent speak cause talk is cheap. Ayyyyye. I go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
3x's
They say they wurkin we don’t see em whats your resume (where you at)
No days off cause i'm clocking in like everyday
I work hard, city know I go hard. Aye. Go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
They saying shit like we the last of a dying breed
Grew the culture, like we in the backyard planting seeds
I ain't no mc (Nope)
You couldn’t find a rapper, hitting glides as cold as me
Ghost a make yo soul leave
Michael Jackson times 3
I come from granny basement, long nights floating shits creek
That’s 91st street
Where the greats selected me
B-u-l-b when we in these streets
These niggas sleeping
Im up at 3 a.m. stroking my thoughts the rent is creeping
But do you know the feeling?
You Gotta come up with that income, cause the pipes is dripping
Im on my way to work, im labbin boy im never slipping
I solve a problem any circle, boy we mathematicians
I come from 4 a.m., labbin out in moms kitchen
To foldin dudes in lunchrooms, and then we cop suspensions
The skates unique like when 2 atoms splitting
I caught the game fast ball, no glove or mitten
Its either cold winters or hot summers
You either dance or hoop with the manz, or them streets will melt you like hot butter
Cause im a crowd splitter
Old soul credentials master splinter
Track leaner wurkz is cleaner, straight out the brita
Leaving my print in the field like a pair of cleats
So they coppin me like a parakeet
Wurkz hard floats hard, let my talent speak cause talk is cheap. Ayyyyye. I go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
3x's
They say they wurkin we don’t see em whats your resume (where you at)
No days off cause i'm clocking in like everyday
I work hard, city know I go hard. Aye. Go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard