I had a job, I had a girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the car wash Where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga? Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil' nigga Thought you had hits but you missed lil' nigga Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil' nigga? You little niggas keep gossiping You should go work for the blogs and them

Said we takin' over, one city at a time 'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time If you want to, we can supply you Got enough work, to feed the whole town They won't shoot you, unless you try to Come around and try to stomp on our ground Oh, oh, oh DJ

If we go down, we’re going down together Said you would love me always But we haven’t kissed for four days I used to say, yeah, I used to say We’ll make it work, we’ll make it work I wish I found a way Yeah, I need a way to make it work I remember you

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

C'mon, tell me that you've still got the flame for me And tell me that you still want to stay, don't leave Even though I've never given up in my heart Even though a part, a part of me don't work Baby, tell me that you've still got the flame for me And we

'Cause my fingers ain't working, but my heart is If you wanna let me know where you hiding I could come and love (I could come and love) I could come and love (I could come and love ya) I could come and love ya (I could come and love) I could come and

Bow, nigga, bow From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work Tell me how it's gonna be Yeah, uh-huh All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome Pay the role my dues, I brought my own funds When it's time to war I brought my own guns

I'll make you better I know you're working for it You've been working here all night long Let me see if I can give you better Even when I'm far and gone She want it all (she want it all) She workin' hard for the money, she want it all Why she fucking

Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for