Toestah - Work Ethic lyrics

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Intro

The separation of talent and skill

Is one of the-the greatest misunderstood concepts

For people who are trying to excel

Who have dreams, who want to do things.

Talent you have naturally,

Skill is only developed by hours and hours

Of beating on your craft.

I’ve never really viewed myself as particularly talented.

Where I excel is

Ridiculous … sickening… work ethic.

You know, while the other guy’s sleeping,

I’m working.

While the other guy’s eating,

I’m working.

There’s no easy way around it,

No matter how talented you are.

I’m just a young dude,

I use to have an attitude

Now all I care about

Is flying high and altitude…

I’m so ahead nowadays

I ain’t lookin’ back

Like ain’t it you that said

I’d never amount to who?

Weeks spent in my hotel, daydreaming

While them mothafuckass stayed scheming

At a point I swear I had it all

Like I ain’t ever in my life goin’ to work a job

But there was I, allergic to 9 to 5’s

Addicted to cold cash

I had to earn and supply

Predicted that time flies

And one day I do die

I better had spent it all

On drugs, bitches and rides.

I don’t feel out of line when I talk

Because I speak from my emotions.

Mind open like a window

When it’s cold don’t close it.

This the only reason that I fucken wrote it.

Yeah!

Now I said I’m on my grind (2x)

And I said that I’m on my grind

So if you ain’t talkin’ music

Why you wastin’ my time?

Now I said I’m on my grind (2x)

And I said that I’m on my grind

So if you ain’t talkin’ music

Why you wastin’ my time?

I’m sayin’ fuck what you heard, dude,

I’m getting money

Trying to feed up on this good food

I spent hours let alone spent months

Trying to get this whole thing up front.

Now I’m chillin’ with some stars

The crowd, yo they give me my applause

And lyrically I don’t care how lyrical you are

Talking about your word play

What’s up with your patterns?

Nowadays I just want to spit what matters.

To me, my team, my fam

You ‘bout to run this whole thing back

Like damn, he the man.

I’m the man, I’m the man you right

While I’m writing down my verse, you type

Swear I only take a second

Why you takin’ all night

Just to write a couple bars

Mothafucker you …

You ain’t even near my level

Yo, the numbers don’t lie

So when numbers show up

Mothafucker don’t cry, don’t cry man!

And soon enough I’m callin’ these rappers’ bluffs

And rolling them into papers and passing them while I puff

This shit is getting too breezy, I’m blowing right by them easy

I use to cipher in circles and now I’m chilling with big leagues

Ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with me now

They ain’t close to where I was

Ya’ll ain’t near to where I’m now

Man I had to pay my dues

Gotta put up for my town

Putting 2 and 2 together

Had to educate these clowns

Yeah!

And that’s it.

And that’s it,

And that’s it

And that’s it

Bitch

Yeah

Now I said I’m on my grind (2x)

And I said that I’m on my grind

So if you ain’t talkin’ music

Why you wastin’ my time?

And I said that I’m on my grind

I thought I told you that I’m on my grind (2x)

So if you ain’t talking music,

Why you wasting my time?

Yeah

And I said I’m on my grind (3x)

So if you ain’t talkin’ music

Why you wastin’ my time?

And I said that I’m on my grind

I thought I told you that I’m on my grind (2x)

So if you ain’t talking music,

Why you wasting my time?

Yeah