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Where has everybody gone? I'm not on that hype that everybody's on Same old lame old plain old blatant shame when you find out (it ain't working) One for the Bassbox Crew, Krispy Kreme, McD's drive-thru I never lost the thirst to be first, I will not waste a second and come second Some idiots prefer to be third, better fix up before you come fourth Fifth and sixth is a myth, deep shit like this bass riff This one is not for the radio, it's a private shubs Man can wear hats or hoods, no Uggs It's not a lean-up ting I don't have a boss so nobody can tell me there's a clean up in aisle five Cause I'll drive straight to your door, then I'll spinning piledrive your face to the floor You're a useless piece of shit like when an iPhone is dead Man are going all out trying to take my spot, they should have stayed at home instead Go on then like Joseph said, I make noise on the road like a Koenigsegg You can join us man murking, but if you wanna take over? It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working (It ain't working) Jeez, but it works here, that's easy to see, that's cause I'm just me being me Literally don't have to do anything to maintain my heat on the street I make tunes and I'm lucky for the Ps If I quit that's unhealthy for the scene Merchandise is back, snapback black, quality, see what I mean? Inside silk like the feel of my sheets With Serious, oblique on the peak Exercise my plan Bs on the Cs Course, music Gs gotta eat Treat producers like prostitutes Give them P for a beat Some of these man can speak for a week but their bars are basically selling dreams Their life is so shit, so they invent any reason to beef These 25p cheap MCs acting like wealthy celebrities If you buy into any of these mans' lifestyles - keep your receipts Flexing like an evil beast, but really underneath he's a chief I came from the school of Leth-to-the-B, I came from the school of D Double E If you don't like G-R-I-M-E, then you've got no taste like vegan cheese You can be murking, but taking over ain't working, oh please It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working It ain't working
Writer(s): John M. Shanks, Andrew Christopher Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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