Oluwatobiloba
Ki lon shele
Ay mi lord
Na wa o!
Yessa
Long time no see
Freedom ain’t free
That mean, I been
Werkin
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Werkin, Werk,
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin

Still I rise, like dust in a sandstorm
Still i shine like single mother’s eyes on
Graduation night cuz
Papa ain’t made it and
They ain’t think that you’d make it but
They got you mistaken huh
Weight too heavy to lift your chest off the mat
Your hands too
heavy to pat yourself on the back
I recall,
Days of innocence
Playing on Playstations we played the middle men
Backwards living,
I beg to differ its action
Racks to get it, I had to split with the mandem
You can’t match precision
I passed the limit of any
massive digit
A mathematician could fathom
Back to get it whenever i’m in the mood
Riding thru the city, looking pretty
I’m living proof
I ain’t in the
I ain’t in the mood for no interviews
Calluses in my hand, I ain’t no stranger to putting the
Work in!

Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Werkin, Werk,
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin,
I’m Werkin
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Werkin, Werkin,
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Fool me once, got over the bump (Werkin)
Fool me twice, f--- em for life (Werkin)

Some of my br
others still run from police
Still clutching the heat
Steal watches and purses
Still nothing to creep
J.LO wedding planner in the opening scene
Some still stuck in the streets
But i digress, behold all the benefits
Two parent home yet he hoped for the opposite
Communication breakdowns are heavy on the heart
The things left unsaid are tearing us apart
20 years in like a whole century
When it aint
Working!

Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Werkin, Werkin,
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
I’m Werkin
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Werkin, Werkin,
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Fool me once, got over the bump
Fool me twice, f--- em for life

It ain’t over til you say it is
It isn’t for real
Almost wrote myself
off lonely nights in the ‘ville
Til i linked with the kid outta Richmond Hill
Fast forward a calendar year, we up in the Hills
Working!
While I read all the books
I perform my own stunts yeah that’s me on the hooks
And I body your favorite rapper by the top of the morning
And sing your baby girl to sleep by the end of the night
Y’all ain’t half as nice
You just braggin for braggin rights
The price for the best things in life is sacrifice
How it feel, when ey year fee
l like yo turn
The hype thrives and dies I got the slow burn
Grabba in the backwood
Sour diesel preferred but I settle for the haze
If it’s purple Imma straight
Work it!

Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Werkin, Werkin,
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
I’m Werkin
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Werkin, Werkin,
Werkin, Werkin, Werkin, Werkin
Fool me once, got over the bump
Fool me twice, f--- em for life