C STOCKS - Work (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Are you working? What kind of work do you do?

What is it you wanna do when you grow up?

(Verse)

My rhymes upper echelon

Bitches think I'm excellent

Hustlin' LI, connected with the Mexicans

Dropped my old girl

She was actin' sentimental

Feelings get erased

I hit it then Etch-a-Sketch you

Start to the end, like a burf in a funeral

Honda come up, they push you down like a cuticle

Ladies love, cause I'm on the box like a cubical

Tats on my chest, 9 to 5 ain't suitable

Tryna get paper with the corporate gods

I make my own moves, you can neva force my arm

Heard you poppin' till it all falls down like an avalanche

While you out the loop, I'm the last to win a cattle ranch

Life is one thing that you really gotta cherish

If I ask nice, wonder is you wheel like a ferris

I'mma new school dude, schooled by the old-school

Gotta get this paper, just make sure it doesn't fold you

Only 22, but these two eyes seen a lot

Two blunt a straw like the arms John Cena got

Used to hustle drugs, but I found there was smarter ways

19, had the blue magic like heart away

Yung Kid Conner, cause that's short for connoisseur

Hatin' me? I fuck yo girl, that's my art of war

All these broke bitches around give me the heeby jeebys

I'm just tryna get so much money so I can feed the needies

Deals on the mike make you bitch rappers emulate

pass me the freestyle, I ain't gonna hesitate

Er'body sleepin' on the kids, stop dreamin'

Shawty got a man, but she babysit my semen

Got way too much talent to go broke

Amigos come and cross the border with them boats

And yo wiffie? Ass so wet that we use a moat

Heard you just started rappin', mah'fuckers got chokes