[Intro: Spitty]
15 years my momma worked that shift in the factory
Now I see why she said stay in school boy go get that degree
We was just tryna survive hardly had the time to even breathe
My grandma prayed to God said God let my family have peace
[Verse 1: Spitty]
15 years my momma worked that shift in the factory
Now I see why she said stay in school boy go get that degree
We was just tryna survive hardly had the time to even breathe
My grandma prayed to God said God let my family have peace
How with all these pieces popping
All thеse fruits feel rotten
All my peoplе struggled
So we show off when we got it
Can't stop till we feel exquisite
Quitting that's not in the vision
Whole city scrape for riches
Our culture rich from the rain to the dishes
Don't play me I play different
Seen it all play out from a distance
Now when I get the ball I ball like Jordan Rodman Pippen
Building the rebellion that our ancestors had started
Starting up the engine pushing for all those who have departed
[Pre-Chorus: Spitty]
La la
La la la la
La la
La la la la
[Chorus: Spitty]
Shift work
I get up and get work
Shift work
Yeah yeah
Shift work
I get up and get work
Shift work
Yeah yeah
[Verse 2: conVIth]
Mama told me jhoote kasme vaade shehri de hunde
Te chhaati te barricade concrete
Haq chheende paihe de bhuke
Mere pind de shift hoke valait karde shiftaan nu leverage
Pissde ne gehu picche average
Te home post karde letters ne dilaasa bharey
Te putt te sar te rab da hath rawey
Eh hi bas bebe nit aasha karey
Big system naal everyday kaaka ladey
Lat patt paseene ch, barfaan ch seena jaley
Chalde ne saan par chehre da haasa marey
Yeah, mul yaad aau kheti da
Jinhe thick keeti desi khaal
Bina talwaar vadd de shikaar jo
Hun tu vekhi jaa
What brought me closer to myself was separation from my mother and my mother nation
Saw no silver lining when the paper glisten
From the grave was risen
De-escalated all the hateful wishin'
And god co-operated, orchestrated wholesome soul food placements that my plate was missin'
Made patience my ammunition as i wait for fruition
Had to wash off dirt from when i was dragged through mud
Now waitin' for the day to cash my, cash my, cash my, cash my hurt
[Chorus: Spitty]
Shift work
I get up and get work
Shift work
Yeah yeah
Shift work
I get up and get work
Shift work
Yeah yeah