The Workin Man

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Marlon Craft] I'm tired of these cats who was asleep tryn' rookie me I been in the league, you just wasn't lookin', B I'm tired of actin' like these guys half as good as me So I don't come off unlikeable, that's the pussy me I'm done with that guy I don't give a fuck about you rap guys I ain't talkin' rappers, talkin' rap guys Who sit at home on they phone and blast guys on Twitter when they ain't even been baptized in the river of truth I was tossed into Told "Sink or swim," I grew fins, fuck it y'all gon' do wit' me Y'all type to want get-well cards when you stub yo toe Y'all type to see fuck shit and be likе, "He gettin' money tho" Fuck outta hеre I'm the Circle Line boat, I move around my peers And all the life I breathed into New York couldn't save it from this COVID Guess we should all be more humble and it start right here [Chorus] They gon' ride the wave, I'ma rock the boat They got lots to say, it ain't logical I done paved the way so your stock could grow "Shhh, the workin' man comin'" Shut the fuck up homie Shut the fuck up homie I need my pension Feed my brethren "Shhh, the workin' man comin'" [Verse 2: Oswin Benjamin] Throwin' punches, I ain't duckin' Took my body blows to highly homes suffered in the silent smilin' out in public My kindness been they crutches The Black big Spanish, I had enough This nice guy only finish last when he fuckin' See I been through a lot I gave these niggas Juilliard Shakur Now they dealin' with red wing Jersey Pac All that sweet shit out the window Vanilla ice and rappers over balconies, I shook 'em down for everything they got, don't push me It concern my wife or my family, I turn from Kirk Franklin to Cookie Yeah, that's how it's lookin' All that nigga work been overlooked and before they book me I might be in bookings They been trippin' on us just to see the way we fall The man you don't fuck with? The man that got his back against the wall For my people I put it all on the line So don't make a nigga show you how he learned to survive On God [Verse 3: Chris Rivers] I put ten thousand hours Pen pal to powwow Was sent down to get proud, not bend down to cowards Only bend down with dollars in a duffel I got 'em in a struggle I put two and two together and my product only double And niggas tend to dub you when they love you But they focus on the profits like the devil and they always got rebuttals I'm befuddled, how you fumble when my balls is in yo' mouth? Got a couple real niggas that when shit was goin south, they still kept my name away from all the doubts so I love you I'm just tryna be the workin' man Anything is certain, it's that serpent's land Write us out your circle if you servin' lamb That's why I'm the GOAT I only speak in quotes The absolute least I can do is the most Always feeling hopeless, it's concealing that you hope That even when we broken, it don't always mean we broke Stop wavin', bring a boat [Chorus] They gon' ride the wave, I'ma rock the boat They got lots to say, it ain't logical I done paved the way so your stock could grow "Shhh, the workin' man comin'" Shut the fuck up homie (Shut the fuck up, homie) Shut the fuck up homie (Shut the fuck up, homie) I need my pension Feed my brethren "Shhh, the workin' man comin'" [Verse 4: Bobby Feeno] Uh-huh, I'm like a bat signal for the real niggas This for Sambo from the field, niggas I see you tap dancing for appeal, nigga I was wit Kaep when he kneeled, nigga And still, that's why the pen strokes and the condolences Ho'in' for the views, thinkin' nobody notices It's only for the views, nah, this what the focus is High off fame, still up in the dosages It's the clickbait crack rock Get yo' head in, I'm David in the shoe of Goliath, tryna fit in I'm cool off that, I got the U-haul pack, I got time to go back and forth, where Duval at? I got the scoop on rap, I paint the Yukon black And hit the whole game up like 2Pac back Niggas say that shit, fuck yo Maybach, bitch Until we see we ain't free yet, you ain't that rich [Verse 5: Radamiz] I speak so Gil Scott-Heron wearing a Teflon vest Removing my flesh while proclaiming we oppressed by the press (Don't fuck with me) Playin' bloody knuckles wit' infinity's best Christopher Wallace, David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest Cooler than the Digable Planets cassette on Tourettes The babbles crack, lobster's free, eh Gettin cabin fever carrying cottage cheese, they milk us for cheap To get a B from rap you need Ciroc, Tidal, or Yeezy You act good to the good people Hood to the hood people I mix matching I'm A.I. acknowledgin' grief when he miss practice The pump's dyslexic, front once, got lift backwards Westside Gunn ad-libs Paintin' my youth's canvas Slain for the news cameras Hashtag for a fragment, then back to "Whose boobs flashing?" Don't need to drop vinyls to drop science Credit to this gangster, I drop violence Trigger fingers mixed with methamphetamine and anger They pop mollys when the depression and recession Tia and Tamara double pile-drive me Been lit and been belittled, Shaolin been up in the dark But when you close to clockin' out, the work start payin' off [Chorus] They gon' ride the wave, I'ma rock the boat They got lots to say, it ain't logical I done paved the way so your stock could grow "Shhh, the workin' man comin'" Shut the fuck up homie (Shut the fuck up, homie) Shut the fuck up homie (Shut the fuck up, homie) I need my pension Feed my brethren "Shh, the workin' man comin'"