Workin Out

Take your heart, don't let me break it in two I'm sure that I could possibly do nothin' for you I'm nearly on the edge, I'm bout to jump in a few I'm really not afraid of nothin' [Verse 1] Look, on everything I gave everything and got nothing back Ain't looking for no pat on backs That ain't how we got where the fuck we at Mama called, "Where the fuck you at?" "On the road, and I ain't coming back Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks And that hundred racks bring a bundle back" I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher C'est la vie, shit I'm coming after everybody Don't get the bloody splatter I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too Shit is like buddy passes I wanna cry cause I'm numb inside If you wonder why, ask, "What's the matter?" [Chorus] Cause I been working hella hard, shit ain't really working out I been praying to the Lord, shit ain't really working out I been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the clouds Shit ain't really working out, shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out [Interlude] Quiet, don't explain What is there to gain [Verse 2] Shit, shit ain't really working out, huh Now I got a little bread, got my niggas working out, damn Baby your ass fat, I can see you working out, shit And you got a new job? Tell me, how that shit working out? Heh Heard you doing pretty good, yeah, people talk, word of mouth Wasn't 'round when you had the dirty house Now they won't leave when you kick 'em out These type of people can't stick around Only down when there's liquor 'round or the spliff around That's why I don't fuck with niggas now Well I fuck with all my niggas, you know the difference You been living with tunnel vision You and all of your friends are like wonder women Wonder Woman working for it if you ever wanted something Searching for a purpose, I see what you on The difference in how you be using your gifts In the midst of the shit that you dealing with Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic You got the vision like a fer-de-lance You attack and you kill it, sinkin' your teeth with the venom Kinda like me with these instrumentals Or the pen and the pencil or off the temple Pimpin' since been pimpin', keep it sensible Since you winning, you a object of ridicule Objects appearing closer than you ready for Obviously you don't know what's ahead But that's the reason you can work 'til you dead [Chorus] I been working hella hard, shit ain't really working out I been praying to the Lord, shit ain't really working out I been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the clouds Shit ain't really working out, shit ain't really working out Shit ain't really working out [Outro: Zack Fox] C'mon bruh, come to the booty club one time Throw some of that Dreamville money Throw some of that Dreamville money at these hoes, bruh They got dreams too, nigga They got shit to do too nigga They got dreams too bruh bruh Y'all Dreamville-uh aye aye, aye aye, uh uh Next time you see that nigga J. Cole bruh You tell that nigga the same thing man I fuck with y'all niggas, bro, why that nigga J. Cole Got all this money, look like he 'bout to Borrow somebody charger or something "C'mon bruh, let me get your charger bruh Let me get my shit to uh, uh 10% percent And I'll give this shit back to you bruh bruh" C'mon bruh flex some of that Dreamville money, let me see it