Kueen Kobra & Tae FleXx - Work Hard, Work Less

Sometimes I wish I could stop workin' but nah
Know my momma hurts and it's hard
I just wanna feel my purpose with God
Hand ta God
Been lookin' for somethin' special
All these hoes been comin' basic
Any opportunity in front of me
You bet I take it
Take this blunt right now I'm face it
Roli, bust down give you, faces
Bust repeat, don't do no playlists
Watch me re-heat, hot as satin
Religious bitches know they faithless
Don't game on me, ain't no Sega
Blow on me, bitch, I'm a Sega
I got racks, now I'm up, now you stuck
I'm the plug, stay connected
I don't front, pay up front
I don't pump, no I don't
What you want nigga
Ride around the city, new Beamer
I just press start, it's a two-seater
12 want me, but I'm tinted out
When I ride around, bet they can't see me
Choppa's out, when the price down
I get two for one, you can't beat it
Know my name, I got price now
I'm big vet, you a lil' fetus
They want war, I ain't worried about it
I got real killers, real heathens
VVS's on me, stay shinin'
Keep a bitch nigga real heated
Where I'm from, it stay real cold
Young boy, kept a lil' heater
Young boy, stay cashin' out
Cut big checks, no Visa
Kobra
Wonder what's my purpose
Wonder if I'm really fuckin' worth it
I know I said it time before
These feelings got me irkin
I'm sittin' here prayin'
While I'm lookin' to the sky
Are you even listenin'?
I feel like I could die
I wonder if I took the jump
Would I hit ground or fly
I'm always gettin' questions
Why I bottle it inside
Cause if I start to let it out
I think I'll just might cry
Don't wanna battle demons
Cause I never win the fight
I had to let some friends go
Cause they severed up the ties
But if you ask me, it's a loss
I'm the fuckin' prize
Fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, fuck a hoe
Wasn't there to help me
Tryna get up off the block
Pull up on my pops
Liquor seepin' through his pores
I tried to give my all
But everybody wantin' more
I wonder if my mom's is good
She call, I hit ignore
Remember when she left me
Say she runnin' to the store
But always want a battle
So I treat her like it's war
I swear up to today
Shit, it hurt me to my core
Uh, Kobra, uh do it
Sometimes I wish I could stop workin' but nah
Know my momma hurts and it's hard
I just wanna feel my purpose with God
Hand ta God
Wish I could stop workin' but nah
Know my momma hurts and it's hard
I just wanna feel my purpose with God
Hand ta God

Written by:
ERMONTE UITENHAM

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