Video The Workin Man Ft Oswin Benjamin Chris Rivers Bobby Feeno Radamiz de Marlon Craft 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Marlon Craft - The Workin Man Ft Oswin Benjamin Chris Rivers Bobby Feeno Radamiz Lyrics

[Verse 1: Marlon Craft]
I'm tired of these cats who was asleep tryn' rookie me
I been in the league, you just wasn't lookin', B
I'm tired of actin' like these guys half as good as me
So I don't come off unlikeable, that's the pussy me
I'm done with that guy
I don't give a fuck about you rap guys
I ain't talkin' rappers, talkin' rap guys
Who sit at home on they phone and blast guys on Twitter when they ain't even been baptized in the river of truth I was tossed into
Told "Sink or swim," I grew fins, fuck it y'all gon' do wit' me
Y'all type to want get-well cards when you stub yo toe
Y'all type to see fuck shit and be likе, "He gettin' money tho"
Fuck outta hеre
I'm the Circle Line boat, I move around my peers
And all the life I breathed into New York couldn't save it from this COVID
Guess we should all be more humble and it start right here

[Chorus]
They gon' ride the wave, I'ma rock the boat
They got lots to say, it ain't logical
I done paved the way so your stock could grow
"Shhh, the workin' man comin'"
Shut the fuck up homie
Shut the fuck up homie
I need my pension
Feed my brethren
"Shhh, the workin' man comin'"

[Verse 2: Oswin Benjamin]
Throwin' punches, I ain't duckin'
Took my body blows to highly homes suffered in the silent smilin' out in public
My kindness been they crutches
The Black big Spanish, I had enough
This nice guy only finish last when he fuckin'
See I been through a lot
I gave these niggas Juilliard Shakur
Now they dealin' with red wing Jersey Pac
All that sweet shit out the window
Vanilla ice and rappers over balconies, I shook 'em down for everything they got, don't push me
It concern my wife or my family, I turn from Kirk Franklin to Cookie
Yeah, that's how it's lookin'
All that nigga work been overlooked and before they book me I might be in bookings
They been trippin' on us just to see the way we fall
The man you don't fuck with? The man that got his back against the wall
For my people I put it all on the line
So don't make a nigga show you how he learned to survive
On God

[Verse 3: Chris Rivers]
I put ten thousand hours
Pen pal to powwow
Was sent down to get proud, not bend down to cowards
Only bend down with dollars in a duffel
I got 'em in a struggle
I put two and two together and my product only double
And niggas tend to dub you when they love you
But they focus on the profits like the devil and they always got rebuttals
I'm befuddled, how you fumble when my balls is in yo' mouth?
Got a couple real niggas that when shit was goin south, they still kept my name away from all the doubts so I love you
I'm just tryna be the workin' man
Anything is certain, it's that serpent's land
Write us out your circle if you servin' lamb
That's why I'm the GOAT
I only speak in quotes
The absolute least I can do is the most
Always feeling hopeless, it's concealing that you hope
That even when we broken, it don't always mean we broke
Stop wavin', bring a boat

[Chorus]
They gon' ride the wave, I'ma rock the boat
They got lots to say, it ain't logical
I done paved the way so your stock could grow
"Shhh, the workin' man comin'"
Shut the fuck up homie (Shut the fuck up, homie)
Shut the fuck up homie (Shut the fuck up, homie)
I need my pension
Feed my brethren
"Shhh, the workin' man comin'"

[Verse 4: Bobby Feeno]
Uh-huh, I'm like a bat signal for the real niggas
This for Sambo from the field, niggas
I see you tap dancing for appeal, nigga
I was wit Kaep when he kneeled, nigga
And still, that's why the pen strokes and the condolences
Ho'in' for the views, thinkin' nobody notices
It's only for the views, nah, this what the focus is
High off fame, still up in the dosages
It's the clickbait crack rock
Get yo' head in, I'm David in the shoe of Goliath, tryna fit in
I'm cool off that, I got the U-haul pack, I got time to go back and forth, where Duval at?
I got the scoop on rap, I paint the Yukon black
And hit the whole game up like 2Pac back
Niggas say that shit, fuck yo Maybach, bitch
Until we see we ain't free yet, you ain't that rich

[Verse 5: Radamiz]
I speak so Gil Scott-Heron wearing a Teflon vest
Removing my flesh while proclaiming we oppressed by the press (Don't fuck with me)
Playin' bloody knuckles wit' infinity's best
Christopher Wallace, David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
Cooler than the Digable Planets cassette on Tourettes
The babbles crack, lobster's free, eh
Gettin cabin fever carrying cottage cheese, they milk us for cheap
To get a B from rap you need Ciroc, Tidal, or Yeezy
You act good to the good people
Hood to the hood people
I mix matching
I'm A.I. acknowledgin' grief when he miss practice
The pump's dyslexic, front once, got lift backwards
Westside Gunn ad-libs
Paintin' my youth's canvas
Slain for the news cameras
Hashtag for a fragment, then back to "Whose boobs flashing?"
Don't need to drop vinyls to drop science
Credit to this gangster, I drop violence
Trigger fingers mixed with methamphetamine and anger
They pop mollys when the depression and recession
Tia and Tamara double pile-drive me
Been lit and been belittled, Shaolin been up in the dark
But when you close to clockin' out, the work start payin' off

[Chorus]
They gon' ride the wave, I'ma rock the boat
They got lots to say, it ain't logical
I done paved the way so your stock could grow
"Shhh, the workin' man comin'"
Shut the fuck up homie (Shut the fuck up, homie)
Shut the fuck up homie (Shut the fuck up, homie)
I need my pension
Feed my brethren
"Shh, the workin' man comin'"