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I put the work in
Now we working
I put the work in
Now we working
I put the work in
Now we working
I put the work in
Now we working
I call myself too live
I done been here before
I've been reincarnated to be hated
Put on a show
And My brother he just graduated
Capped him on the floor
I can't blow this opportunity
I told him I'ma blow
If I don't
I'ma hate myself that's something that you want
They admire all my loses
Praying that my wins will fold
Tryna Gas light all my insight
At the red light I still go
I Be flexing like it's tax time
all these people on my phone
Talking like they getting money
By next week they gone be broke
Or in prison prison prison
For that PPP loan
R.I.P Rasheed walk
Cashville we hustle strong
I just went to the Pro Am
It feel like the spirit gone
But
I put the work in
Now we working
I put the work in
Now we working
I put the work in
Now we working
I put the work in
Now we working
I just want to make it out
To show my family that it's real
I just want to make it out
To avoid being killing
Homie pulled him to the side
With that fire
You know the drill
Yeah it's hot outside
But it's still the summer steal
Everyone around me tryna get another dollar
Tryna graduate from college
Turn a dealer to scholar
Why you on the block
Please don't make me tell yo momma
That i see you doing things
that done killed ya father
I put the work in
Now we working
I put the work in
Now we working
I put the work in
Now we working
I put the work in
Now we working
Written by: Breion Dixon, Kyle Jefferson
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