letra de work - eligh & es.ce
[tha god fahim]
however to get the job done
just make it happen
figure it out, do it yourself
you can make it happen
i remember when i was trappin’
i was feelin’ trapped in
playing everyday struggle by big
wantin’ to make it big
wondering can i live
only so much to give
and this game so cold
something like choke holds
this sh-t don’t never get old and that i know so
enemies want me to fall back but i won’t go
soul to soul, go toe to toe with any devil
on the low, they friend or foe, it ain’t no tellin
with success around thе corner, i ain’t thinkin’ felon
beforе i let a hater stop my shine i swear, it ain’t no tellin’
i swear it ain’t no tellin’
before i let you get over i pop your melon
and it ain’t sh-t that you can tell em
if you ain’t went through what i went through
i ain’t with the questions
i won’t be outworked
if it works, it works (church)
we put work in
when it works, it works
[eligh]
do we know what manifest means
making it happen from nothing to something essentially
taking a thought and bring it to life with nothing but ends meet
meet the end of the end when beginning this
athletes know the journey well
dreams are just a track meet
hit the gurney, rebound from the last bleed
i get injured then get up, i get mine then give it back
the decision isn’t up to me, diamonds on tracks
and these words are my magic, making rounds with my stats
as you read it on the board, and i feed it to these rats
give a f-ck about the numbers, music need it like it’s air
breathe it in, make it happen, i’m the captain and it’s rare
i believe, to be grown and a kid, doing work
that you fiend like a dope head
but no man could sell me on rolling these dice with my life
i got faith on the stage, i belong in this light right
i won’t be outworked
if it works, it works (church)
we put work in
when it works, it works
[guilty simpson]
full speed, i pull weed, tug-o-war
og kush before i push through the double doors
we achieve cause we hustle more
you better know it, sip moët and sew it
so we can reap it, and work for it
for some, it come the cheapest
i blew a knot at the pop-up shop, the gunsmith
now let’s see if your trunk fit
skunk lit
offensive cause i smoke expensive
i’m too raw to sensor
i put a hurtin’ on em
made off clean on a dirty corner
drive through where they workin’ orders
a hundred lacerations
not a figment of your imagination
gettin’ paper with the baggage waitin’
i slap a clown for exaggerating
in cap and gown like i’m graduating, it’s guilt
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