Jack Dean - Work

This is the soliloquy of Soulja Boy Saint Augustine
(flight attendants please prepare for takeoff)
This shit right here, this shit is about to get real

Now my mom wants me to work
Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)
Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe
I get more than high off less than dope
Locally grown in my holy zone
I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own
I write this for my homies
You've been the closest thing to a home I've ever known
And I know we'll never be as close as we were when we're growing up
Getting drunk and throwing up its ridiculous but
I don't want to be 95 reminiscing I could've kept in touch
With my best friends the ones who saved my life but didn't
So even though I track these vibes from you
I'm attempting to forgive you cause real friends are indispensable
I can't paint loyalty with a pen and pencil
I close my eyes and lay out the map
Up to the home state out to California
I got a schedule I don't know If I'll be able to make it back
Now my mom wants me to work
Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)
Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe
I get more than high off less than dope
Locally grown in my holy zone
I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own
Monica I want you to know
You've been the saint that's kept my head on straight
Through all of the craziness
When I witnessed the impact someone else's choice had
I know you felt bad having to watch
A boys voice get removed from his own vocab
Thats why I rap with imperial wrath
Why I'm a superior man even back
When I had no help from my Dad
I lace up my own damn bootstraps
By the way I began rapping from you
Even though you didn't know I follow your footsteps I do
Mm now we're older I'm going to continue
Until I pay you and mom back everything I owe her
You and mom both girl MmhmmNow my mom wants me to work
Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)
Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe
I get more than high off less than dope
Locally grown in my holy zone
I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own
Until Next Time I'll stay vigilant of the fact Uncle Sam wants me smacked
The protocol is to arrest me if they catch me
Even though I represent these blue suede shoes
The boys in blue see me as a vigilante
Diligently breaking these rules
I'm just doing my dues, I'm finally done misusing my time
I'm home, I'm giving you mine
Fuck getting by Worlds bout to collide
When Dad finds out I've been burning weed in my hotel
Make some mother fucking room for my coattail
Stay true, this JD's debut, be vintage in a few
I'll be back for your claps fresh out the lab
Powerpuffing blunts like high budget stunts
No excuses what my family thinks of the truth
I don't give a fuck (ruthless)
Now my mom wants me to work
Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)
Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe
I get more than high off less than dope
Locally grown in my holy zone
I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own
Now my mom wants me to work
Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)
Every page is a paycheck I push the most popping shit on the globe
I get more than high off less than dope
Locally grown in my holy zone
I don't need your bullshit I get high off my own

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