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What worth
What it's, what worth
Honestly, ask myself
Time and time I'm working for
Is it it, though?
Look, fans ain't when I'm working, though
Keep they filled with stacks
Gotta food up in they fridge
Keep my out of that trap
my bro up out of that pen
Never had a in hand, always had to play my part
it smart
All that's is craft
But sometimes is getting hard
Yo, this life is bigger than me, feel weighed by a hundred problems
Got a family on my hands, crown on my head, on top of my shoulders
Fuck what these niggers say, what these niggers think
It worth the time
You got fans with they in the air
Making sure you're not a regular job on a regular
You got niggers live they dream
But you got niggers that live the reality, not tryina live above they
This what, this kinda I dream
Two to the head, two shots till we dead
what this kind of life might bring
That's what this night might mean
You clock in or be clocked in, OGs here, no
As long as breath's in my lungs waving white flags ain't the option

What worth
What it's, what it's
I see I'm talking and about my rating
If I only had one fan ring behind I could feel underrated
So I hear too questions about
Why you not working, the latest out
Never was one, go to another one just to feel 'bout
Shit, I'm all amount of work
Tryina give 'em what asking for
Yeah, I'm built from the borough but I'm not a
Hood past a past pro, hit a toenail, go back to the mold
But it sound like raised around criminals just to hear shots outside of the door
Give a fuck less shots and subliminals
Let it breathe, let it doze, me and my had dreams
Cashing with seven Os
PA, Westside, hop in the truck like let's
Mom's looking at the time, hoping that I owe song, make it back inside
And I did that, by a code, live for tomorrow
down streets where empty hollows stray 'round broken bottles
I did that, went from one and a deck, go wrap on the neck
Double track and the deck, lay it back on
Yeah, yeah, they that

it's worth
What it's, what it's