Work Ethic

Lyrics

(See, my strategy when it comes down to My work ethic I mean it's simple. Just be the best) [Verse 1] I fall down but never fall-off I'm fully committed to making a killing from this at all costs I stopped signing no time to cotch I sacrifice my life like Christ on the cross This rhyme book is the bible I'm searching for signs of betrayal in the eyes of a disciple I decipher the puzzle of arrival Analyse their weakness Eight days a week I'll be training for the title King of the hill You got beef don't bring it to Bill I'm just trying to smoke trees and chill To the next grind date Until you get your mind straight Stay the fuck out my way Because everybody got to get paid While some will pull a gun out and spray Better duck out the gate Others exploit others I exploit these skills It's all in a day's work to avoid these bills I build a joint and chill As I finish the page From staircase to stage to minimum wage It's okay [Chorus] My work ethic is blood, sweat, tears; years; buds, beers 24/7 trying to build careers And we pay them bills when the cheque clears My work ethic is strict, fair; spit, tear; kick, snare If you grind for the coin in your pocket And the notes in your wallet say 'Shit yeah'! [Verse 2] I never stop grafting I've got the song blasting And if you don't understand Then you're not starving I see the apple up in God's garden I'm telling Eve don't believe no snake She never got past him The effects of that greed could be long-lasting See I need to feed but there's a wrong path and There's a right path... A long hard road You man are on a quick sketch like The Fast Show It's so tragic You try taking a shortcut and get caught up in the heavy traffic Steady static, no movement You'll be counting the hours for your own amusement I'm in the house like home improvement My album's bound to blow like the fuse went Because I put in the necessary grind, man You've got a plan but it's all in your mind, man (You could learn a few things from my man) He's right man There's no such word as 'try', man [Chorus] My work ethic is blood, sweat, tears; years; buds, beers 24/7 trying to build careers And we pay them bills when the cheque clears My work ethic is strict, fair; spit, tear; kick, snare If you grind for the coin in your pocket And the notes in your wallet say, 'Shit yeah'! My work ethic is blood, sweat, tears; years; buds, beers If you grind for the coin in your pocket And the notes in your wallet say 'We in here'! [Outro] My work ethic is cop, drop, shot Dance floors burning hot If you grind for the coin in your pocket And the notes in your wallet everybody say 'it don't stop'! (My work ethic)