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hard work - quincybeats lyrics

[verse 1]
baby tell me what you wanna do
tell me what it is
let me take you to the movies so you see just how i live
i be really getting to it/man they should put this on film
got me feeling like pac when he played above the rim
longer living carry on, get you anything you ask
can’t be sharing my location telling b*tches where i’m at
cause that sh*t will get you caught up
catch you slippin on the ave
so shorty gone bust it open, break it down, & bring it back
but don’t forget to make it jiggle
can’t have my people walking around assed out like lizzo
need my bands to circulate just like a ceiling fan
till all my closest friends start getting green in & out of my instagram
cause life can change on you in an instant man
the illest in my city/got the haters all practicing social distancing
so well spoken/so misunderstood
but don’t mistake me for a thug they don’t dress this good

[chorus]
(sample: i work hard to get the things i’ve have)

and i put that on my mama/if it ain’t bout bread don’t bother
(sample: i work hard to get the things i’ve have)
any issues i’m gonna solve them/ while i’m out here chasing dollars yeah yeah

[verse 2]
goin hard in this b*tch/i don’t plan on stopping
i stayed solid/ 10 toes, ain’t no flip flopping
who the f*ck you think you are?
man i can’t call it
i’m just trying to find a way to get payed off it
basquiat level flows/i do my thing with this art
sippin henny, blowin woods, talkin sh*t/ shannon sharpe
n*ggas know what time it is before we even get started
still k!llin every verse for the dearly departed
can’t stop on some diddy sh*t/b*tch i can’t lie
a.i., i don’t practice sh*t/b*tch i stay fly
fruitcake n*ggas talkin sh*t through the grapevine
i’m baseline, you n*ggas on the bench when it’s game time
runnin through these hoes like i forgot how to walk
still giving 5 star game like when ya uber don’t talk
scared of the dark cause i’m afraid of my thoughts
i might win another belt for all the demons i fought yeah

[chorus]
(sample: i work hard to get the things i’ve have)

and i put that on my mama/if it ain’t bout bread don’t bother
(sample: i work hard to get the things i’ve have)
any issues i’m gonna solve them/ while i’m out here chasing dollars yeah yeah

- quincybeats lyrics

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