He Who Works

I got jumped in school, the cop inside the hallway told me I was cool

To get revenge if he wasn't looking

And if he was then I'd get 15 extra seconds, look

You must've mistook me for pussy, I hit the hood to play hooky

We collected trading cards and sold them, that turned into weighing raw

You need to play it right, the streets will take your life, they playing god

I can't explain the scars, I know I'm good when the angels call

I'm setting table cloths, and dodging fatal flaws

I hate the law, I lost my family to incarceration

Lost the patience to live life by the books so you call on satan

It all is mayhem, the fallen soldiers army blazing

Caught a body, he hit the target just at the wrong location

I know that I'm good if I take another fall

I washed my own blood, I had to scrape it off the wall

I'm ready if it's war, they can get involved

I got the arm out front like a baby when it crawl

If we get in beef, he gon' react nervous

I'll show you the difference from a pussy, and a cat person

The scratched surface will add purpose, he ducking cuz the gat bursting

Hope he don't get hit but if he do, then the attack working

I'm back lurking, black curtains

Everything's a funeral with bad service

Took the effects of poverty and adversed it

I been in the lab working, tryna make a bag, Birkin

I know I'ma crash for certain

Far as respect came I had to earn it

He who works the least and makes the most is praised

But he who works the most's a slave, I left the bench to coach the game

Backwood roast the flame, champagne toast to pain

Went through agony and suffering, but rose and overcame

I've been through agony and suffering but rose and overcame

I've been through agony and suffering but rose and overcame