Letras
Yo, yo
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
It's for the workers
It's for the grinders
It's for the workers
It's for the grinders
It's what? What? What?
Smoke lingers always
Out in my hallways
Grinding for all days
For life it ain't small change
Brain fried and sauteed
Fuck crime and court cases
Bust rhyme make more paper
Balling off tour wages
Smoke lingers always
Out in my hallways
Grinding for all days
For life it ain't small change
Brain fried and sauteed
Fuck crime and court cases
Bust rhyme make more paper
Balling off tour wages
All I'm doing's working
All I'm doing's grinding
All I'm doing's calling
Fuck what the time is
Now I'm on tour again
Pimping out the hotel, towels by the door again
No smoking sign, staring at them and ignoring them
Four in the morning I got the draw to floor all of them
Plodding like a Caucasian ornament
I orchestrate the ornate performances
And raise your vibe like the chorus is
While you're flapping like horses lips
Record the awesomeness
I call The Source cause the piff price extortionate
Gang lords draw your swords
I'm ignoring it, I'm bored of it
All this war talk I ain't applauding it
I play for window
With or without a tournament
Bingo, that's nine thingy limited edition, that's my lingo
But it's likely you won't really get that like an in joke
Got girls legs akimbo, that's personal like digits to my pin code
Burglars done tip toe to your window
Then flipped over, nicked loads of shit in your yard
You got card that is simple
Makes you wanna go down the pub
Order ten pints and then sink those
That's just life, that's how this shit goes
Down, fuck a shrink though