G-Eazy - Let Me Work (from "Rapture" soundtrack) lyrics

Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
Beautiful and Damned (Just Blaze)

It's that motherfucking time again
Tell my diary what's on my mind again
Just play a beat
I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in
Currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this
The place you find me in
I would not believe you
These results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me
I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned
I got a fetish for the finer things
That's a quarter million on some
Tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just
Some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook triple double averaging
Most improved player
They don't know what the fuck is happenin'
The homies like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion throwin'
A fuckin' javelin episode 3 Anakin
My favorite rapper's Gerald
I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and
You standing like a mannequin
Why the fuck you panickin'? I
Understand the task at hand

Let me work what do you know about work?
Let me work
I'm talkin' about getting up five days a
Week, brushing ya teeth, washing your ass
Going into your office and working some
Old guy rich paid hours
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
That's a motherfucking job

It's still that muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out
Don't give a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world that's just the
State of mind I'm in
That's the place you find me in
Look, ain't nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just went
And put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I came up
They prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed
Up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what
I went platinum on
But the real, it's me myself and I
You all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay
Your pass is gone
My Obi Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game
I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted long
This beat I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth
And started rapping strong
Treat the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down
I'm tryna put my whole damn family on
Work every night, I go 'til after dawn
To be the biggest thing in the world
I'm not the one to pass up on

Let me work
Look, you could be a fuckin' bank teller
You could be a waitress let me work
Or wash cars, sell clothes at
A fucking boutique alright listen
You're makin' somebody
Else rich you're punching that clock you
Clock in, you clock out
You making that money
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
How does that work?

A fucking hater's always looking
Tryna search for targets
If you don't know me, don't speak on me
Stick to your departments
While they debate if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm merging markets
All I really know, I'm just working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin'
Doing work regardless i'm in my twenties
If I go I leave a perfect carcass
A polarizing artist
But you could love or hate me
But try and say I don't
Pay my dues, fuck off
How dumb could they be
Nobody help to make me i did it by my lonely
Who else did songs with everybody
Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats
You should just relax you miss the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay
Was born to bridge the gaps
And I'm a legend in my city
They say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million
I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em back to inspire
Every kid who raps
I'm Michael Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming different laps

Yeah let me work
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work