Werking

Oluwatobiloba

Ki lon shele

Ay mi lord

Na wa o!

Yessa

Long time no see

Freedom ain't free

That mean, I been

Werkin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

I'm werkin'

Werk, werk, werkin', werkin'

I'm werkin'

Werkin',

Werkin', werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin'

Yeah, still I rise, like dust in a sandstorm

Still I shine like single mother's eyes on

Graduation night 'cause papa ain't made it and

They ain't think that you make it

But they got you mistaken huh

Weight too heavy to lift your chest off the mat

Your hands too heavy to pat yourself on the back

I recall, days of innocence

Playing on Playstations we played the middle men

Backwards living, I beg to differ its action

Racks to get it, I had to split with the mandem

You can't match precision

I passed the limit of any massive digit

A mathematician could fathom

Back to get it whenever I'm in the mood

Riding through the city, looking pretty I'm living proof

I ain't in the I ain't in the mood for no interviews

Calluses in my hand, I ain't no stranger to putting the work in!

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

Werkin', werkin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

I'm werkin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin'

I'm werkin'

Werkin', werkin', werkin', werkin'

Fool me once, got over the bump (Werkin')

Fool me twice, fuck 'em for life (Werkin') yeah

Yeah, some of my brothers still run from police

Still clutching the heat

Steal watches and purses

Still nothing to creep

J.Lo wedding planner in the opening scene

Some still stuck in the streets

But I digress, behold all the benefits

Two parent home yet he hoped for the opposite

Communication breakdowns are heavy on the heart

The things left unsaid are tearing us apart

20 years in like a whole century

When it ain't working!

Werkin', werkin', werkin'