Royal Samo - That Work lyrics

[Verse 1: NAMELESS] You write rhymes for the lack of better times Well, I write mine because I aim for the primes You get confused with a chain of linked crimes Well, we get amused with the shame of your demise You make it harder and harder to breathe in here You think you smarter like a f**ing puppeteer We run the show homie, did you not hear? f** with us, we'll make you biggest queer of the year Y'all thought I quit? Well y'all were deceived I brawled with beats before the tape was conceived Thousand dollar goals, managed to achieve All y'all pussies s**, unchallenged to succeed [Hook: Royal Samo] 24/7 my mind is always in the studio Recording legendary hits and rolling up some dubies yo With a groupie ho (yep) That's trying to take my soul (yep) But I never stop dropping singles like a radio M-My music will be booming out the stereos And you want to know why? Because we got that work And you going get that work [Verse 2: k**er Jag] Always in the kitchen because I'm really trying to eat Everything you spit is nothing else but weak You ain't know nothing about the struggle Everything was handed to you, don't flex your muscle No a**ists but I still got the triple double Still got your girl wet like a f**ing puddle She on my dick because she don't want no trouble When I'm done, drop her off like a f**ing fumble Enough of that, I'm out here chasing green I'm a fiend, like Gucci Maine with lean Weigh my raps with a f**ing triple beam We the only team that's out here trying to scheme Don't even hit me up if it's not about the cream I'm just surviving trying to get to eighteen What the f** you mean all of this is a dream Like the great Martin Luther King and Hakeem [Hook] [Verse 3: Royal Samo] Lyricism's dead but it's time for a revive I can prove it and spread it in six seconds like a revine So will you be mine? I'll buy you Vuitton And work every day for my queen like a beehive Because honey You're more precious than the money Than the precious j**els you deserve ain't that funny I mean um Back to the lyrics Maxing and relaxing, cruising in a silver civic While my critics sulking in a clinic Hoping that I get hit While I'm taking these hits On YouTube and the cloud receiving endless hits And I got the Holy Spirit Jesus And God Like Bun B I swear that's the trill OG Ya chick, yeah she feeling on me Because my beats Because my features Always able to complete and defeat Ain't nothing sweet About taking L's from a King [Hook]