Letra

(Drifting on a memory) (Ain't no place I'd rather be then with you, yeah) (Loving you, well well well) We're making that dosh Hard yakka with no days off Put on the high-vis shirt with the steel cap boots This grind ain't never gone stop Chasing that paper Hold it down for my usos out there breaking their backs Tryna put food on table While save up money so the family can just kick back Look I be out on the 9 to 5 like a hooker just passed to the winger It's a pretty tough grind But right oh mind if it means I feed the aiga I gotta sweat for this cheque and then rep for this set On the mic I'm the best never regret say less I'm blessed not stressed and no I wont rest I gotta pay the B, I, double L, S This job is no choice But to make the money is a must Gotta work hard for your coin Cause everybodies got hands out like stoppin a bus Cause I'm just tryna stay focused I wanna live up to the words I've spoken I'll admit sometimes in my life I'm broke But spirit will never be broken Cause I was taught to work hard, play hard Only you can manage your life So you gotta grind hard, play smart And I guarantee you'll be right (Work hard, play hard, only you can manage your life) (So you gotta grind hard, play smart and I guarantee you'll be right) Aye Wake up in the morning I got money on my mind I be out here breaking backs so that my paper stays in line It's my time, have to shine Ain't nobody gonna stop my grind You wont ever see me rewind Pick up the paste don't waste no time I'm puttin in work I got faith in my dream like a seed That's probably why I came from the dirt So before I gotta make it I gotta keep patient and work in a warehouse first A little bit of hard yakka wont hurt So let's chase that cheque even, if I gotta sweat I just wanna fill up mum's purse So don't you ever judge the ones that's tryna get to that dosh Tell em get lost Cause we're, workin Don't ever tell me that I don't have purpose I be out here tryna put that work in So my brother doesn't have to be urgin My sisters can go on excursions And so my dad's back won't be hurtin So Mum doesn't have to worry about a purchase I gotta be at my families service When I wake up High-vis on, steel caps laced up Can't afford to get no paycut Gotta lay a foundation like makeup Feel like a drive pick cause I'm tryna make bucks Like Giannis Next goal is the MVP For now I'm in a factory for my family I'm grinding cause they need me (Aye) We're makin that dosh Hard yakka with no day's off Put on the high-vis shirt with the steel cap boots This grind ain't never gone stop Chasing that paper Hold it down for my usos out there breaking their backs Tryna put food on table While save up money so the family can just kick back Aye, I be out on the 6 to 6 Like the time is 5:54 See my incomes fine My fam don't mind But my heart is saying give me more Now I be, full time in the booth Hoppin on the mic making tracks for the youth Yeah I live a good life now But never will you see me forget all the things I've been through I'm talkin about working hard and putting in for myself Tryna keep a good work ethic And that still remains, my life switched lanes But I still maintain the same ethic So don't lose that faith Even though your slavin away my uso, I'll back ya Cause at the end of the day Everybodies got a lane But we still keep up the hard yakka (Ah)
Writer(s): Tahlis Poasa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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