Southside 808 Mafia - Workin lyrics

[Hook: Skeme] I swear I don't know who worse These lame n***as or these square b**hes They both be working my nerves It's so hard to tell who worse These lying b**hes or these broke n***as They both be working my nerves Man I swear I don't know who worse These s**er n***as or these thirsty hoes They both be working my nerves Man I swear I don't know who worse These lame n***as or these square b**hes They both be working my nerves [Verse 1: Skeme] Sox Gang n***a, make the world twist I'm on the throne and my lap where your girl sit Talk paper when you talking to the Duke Any other conversation n***a I just ain't concerned with Flow flame, burn haters in the third degree n***as got to be deaf if they ain't heard of me I've been geeked by the week no sleep, no complaints out of me Young Skeme well oiled machine Keep a b**h in the back, a hoe in the front One blowing me down the other blowing me up I got a forty tucked, that's a forty to bust Hardly missing, even if you duck a forty up I'm from Inglewood, they already know what's up Off-brand n***as talk sound foreign to us Get your lady, why the b**h keep blowing me up And you treat her like a queen but she be hoeing with us Duke! [Hook: Skeme] [Verse 2: Danny Loc] All these broke n***as get on my nerves And you gullible b**hes believing everything you heard Real n***as like myself get everything we deserve Better learn n***a, we gon' burn n***a on this private reserve And I'm a earn my respect, all my haters gonna remain wack If I don't got it, the big homie stay strapped Fame can't change a n***a lane cause I'm laidback Real hood n***a caught fades by the train tracks Why you steady f**ing with me like you want some? But none of you n***as know what I come from Homies locked up, dead gone keep my head strong Breaking from the feds, that sh** be looking like fun run Stayed down, I ain't dealing with the same clowns I've been out hear trying to make it happen since the playground Yeah my n***a Skeme hit me with a scheme and we hit the scene From the bottom, it ain't sh** you can say now [Hook: Skeme] [Verse 3: Skeme, Donny Loc] And that's real sh**, you a simp if you don't relate In the state pimping hoes and that's word to a skank At a bank see a b**h with a purse, I'm a snatch it Unattach your b**h, ways to make it happen Presidential rollie got me plotting about the White House Every time I drop a new flow rappers take a bite out Lately I've been shining, n***as want to turn my light out But the loaded FN in, wipe any problem right out Woah! n***as coming up from below Got a fat stack, I'm a cla** act with the flow Got a black mat, n***a better act like he know I don't trap sh** but the sack fact for the whole hood Gotta get it unapologetic by my methods Murder be my profession that be on and off the record Me? I'm one of the illest that came up my section Only rappers I be feeling can test me are peacefully resting Hol' up