Swoope, Jackie Hill Perry, JohnO - Work Real Hard lyrics

Oh, until they work real hard
Woah, until they work real hard
For being proud of their success
Until they work real hard
Means everything to me
Being the very best, oh
Oh, but can't you see?
Until they work real hard

Uh, I was supposed to have
It all by twenty-five
Been figured out the call that's
Been on my life
Big pimping, I'm the boy with the fly wife
Six figures just to ball in a high rise
Big boss dog, what's a nine-to-five?
Whip flossed up, where do I sign?
Name your favorite fine wine baby I'm buying
Every place
I'm flyin' all ovеr your timeline
Losing ground, focus on my sky miles
Only thing flying is thе time, huh? Man
Twenty-five turned to thirty-five
And taught me releasin' hella classics
Ain't a sturdy job
If they don't see my worth
Is You still a worthy God?
If I knew it wouldn't work out
Would I still work this hard, uh?
(Until they work real hard)
Memories of my dreams rolling down my cheek
I taste 'em
So, it's salt every time I speak, I'm wastin'
All these thoughts, tryna find my peak
I'm chasin'
Windy nightmares down my street, I'm Jason
When did nightmares climb out my sleep
And place themselves in my
Face to replace themselves
I'd hate to sell you pipe dreams
Rather be blunt
All my searchin' for worth and
Workin' was a fallacy, huh?
(Until they work real hard)
The cookie crumbled, and silly me
I got mad at the crumbs
Anything to deflect from the fact
I'm mad at the sun that's arrogant, huh
To think that He'd be bad at His job
Of plannin' results
Wished I lived in a mansion or somethin'
God, I work real hard
(Until they work real hard) yeah
(Until they work real hard
For being proud of their success) uh

He made the heavens and the Earth
He told the dirt to breathe then He
Gave it work until the seventh
Then He rested
But, I'm restless, steady wrestlin'
Triple H, holy holy holy, work was best when
It wasn't so attached to identity
The portrait
The trinity and corporate report
It's not a spirit
I'm tired of feelin', if I don't get it
This girl world stop spinnin'
The clock tickin', i'm workin' to death
I'm clocked out, I'm shootin' shots
Got boxed out
You pot mouth, he cursed ground, you dig it
Don't you? You feel naked without success
Too many fix to flaunt you
Won't take it when you go
This ghost money haunt you
(Oh, until they work real hard)
This ghost money haunt you

Oh, until they work real hard
For being proud of their success
Oh, until they work real hard
Means everything to me indeed the very best
Oh