Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

Go ahead and keep your American dream Go ahead and keep it, go ahead and keep it It's either hard at work, or hardly working at all (At all) Have you had the same mentality since you were just a kid? Can you ever face reality growing up so quick? Go

I'm grindin' for all my shit Nigga I'm grindin' for all my shit Grindin' for all my shit Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit I put time into all this shit I'm fucking every night up in my new house Grindin', grindin' 'Cause bitch I worked too hard for

I want the whole world, the whole world, the whole world in my hands But it's just slipping through like sand You say, make the most of your time Hard to work when it's not on your side What can't kill you makes you stronger I will try, I will try I

Well, I work hard everyday Come home straight with my pay My baby either drink it up Or she threw it all away I'm gonna quit my baby If she don't stop cheatin' and lyin' Well, I would rather be alone Than to be worried out of my mind Well, I give her all

Bird dog working hard, giving them blue lights away hey Drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night Just to hold you for a day Drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night Drivin’ like a bat outta hell Cheap motel’s calling my name No way I’m

(Used to) Work hard, just to get half back Work hard, just to get half back (Now I'm) Gettin' to it that way (Straight up, straight up) I ain't coming through unless the bag straight (I used to) Work hard just to get half back I ain't movin' weight, but

Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer God bless the working man Average Joe, average pay Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and a

She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can Far too pretty to be giving it cheap That's why she's making six figures working three days a week Ya she'd even break a promise in the promised

Where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin' And workin' hard to get to heaven 'Cause where I come from Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin' Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears 'Round that