Work

Vonte and Trevor Johnson

*Work!*

[Hook]

I put in work like this my occupation

I been doing shit, you full of shit

Just like some constipation

All about that face on paper

Ain’t talkin' documentation

Tired of this underground

Someone unlock this fucking basement

[Verse 1]

I put in work like Mexicano

Every track that I make is a vinyl

Record Hector In this how

Going viral, switching the style

Adding some flavor like pico de gallo

But poison you haters, I’m knocking it out

Like a few anchors, outta the ballpark

See you later

Bile movements when I’m rapping on my beat

I shit on them like the water underneath a toilet sеat

Yeah, I made a commitment to mysеlf and every listener

I’ma give my all, and that’s a one-hundred percent-er

These are just the stepping stones stones to Lambos in the suicides

Ever doubted me, that show me nothing, we will see who’s right

Push the power button on your TV, see me living that life

All my shoes got Nike checks, ‘cause nowadays just do it or die

Just give me that check, fuck spending it wise

This is for when I was paying my tithes

This is for when I was working those nights

Slaving and making no money, all right?

I can remember, as a beginner

You fronted on me like a Fender

Use to wanna fuck that Amanda Bender

Now I’m just waiting on success, surrender

Who the fuck gonna stop me?

That’s like you chasing Bugattis

Ride a lifetime on a spaceship

Land on Pluto, then you got me

Niggas ain’t ready (niggas ain’t ready)

Killing shit lately

Fuck you pay me? (Fuck you pay me)

Nigga, this slavery (Nigga, this slavery)

Put in work

Put in work

Put in work

I put in work

I put in work

Do you put in work?

Do you put in work?

Show you put in work, Trev (Aw, yeah)

[Hook}

I put in work like this my occupation

I been doing shit, you full of shit

Just like some constipation

All about that face on paper

Ain’t talkin' documentation

Tired of this underground

Someone unlock this fucking basement

[Verse 2]

Someone unlock this fucking basement

Feeling like a psychotic patient

I been patiently waiting

Just to get on the beat and save it on the pavement

On the stage when people all in the crowd going crazy

Waving, they don’t know I’m slavin'

Yeah, this shit is amazing

I get on the mic, M-I-C

I spit truthfully

Usually

I don’t let these fucking haters through to me

I got a lot on my mind

Yeah, I got a lot on my mind

Yeah I gotta stay on my grind

Just like Tony in his prime

Just like Tony in his prime

You won’t stop my shine

Yeah, I walk in the club like I own that shit

Yeah, I grab your girl like I own that bitch

She gon grab this dick, ‘cause you know this dick

Gonna get her rich, inch by inch

She interested in my best interests

Hops to the whip, windows tinted

Yeah, get her high fuck this sip this

Then I crack the code, wasn’t too cryptic

I don’t remember much

I don’t remember much from last night

All I do is ball, like this America’s pastime

And it’s snack time for y’all haters, y’all

Wanted to see bars, well y’all

Gonna need some elevators

They say the devil made us

’well I spit fire 'til hell will waste us

Yeah, I turn pussy to a wet oasis

Yeah, I spit hard like metal races

Yeah, I take notes, take several pages