WORKED UP Lyrics

WORKED UP - PHIX

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I was tired of getting slept on

Always stepped on but now i’m over it

Read is what you getting left on

In my cell phone when i open it

22 i made the best songs

Put myself on and i know this shit

Tell these labels get the f on

While i press on i don’t owe them shit

If i’m in the ring we’ll be done fast

Beheading you rappers a blood bath

While holding my dick still pouring a fifth

The moment it clicks better duck fast

Had to bust ass

So believe me when i say

I don’t give a f*ck that

Before i had horses nikes and forces

I got around with a bus pass

All of my idols are rivals to me

And all of them are people i must pass

And fool it’s ridiculous i be indigenous

And you are not so just stop cappin

You should be ticketed and be convicted

With littering if it does not happen

For all of the music you ever put out

Cause all that I hear is you drop trash and

I will expose you!

Just like these other guys stories i found gaps in

If i hear you telling anyone otherwise

Know damn well you are not spazzing

Rapping and bullshitting

About a whole bunch of shit that really does not happen

You ain’t do shit when the lights flashing

You duck in the seat til the cops passing

I promised i wasn’t gon get angry but

I mean i’m not angry i’m just worked up

You know at this point it’s just like

I’ve heard all i’ve needed to hear

Yall are done

Any single fan you thought that you had

You had better tell them you been living a lie

No homie i am not kidding bitch i am

Finna bring out what’s been living inside

I pray to god you get found by a label

Just so they could sign you and set you aside

Nothing but 10s will get in the ride

She fell in love soon as i slid it inside

Only three things that i need

Are pussy money and weed

Thats all the amenities

I do rap i do rock i can sing

So im better than 90 percent of these

Rappers and singers thats all gonna fade

But imma get paid for infinity

I promise as long as i breathe i wont ever leave

I’ll never vacate the vicinity

Im bout to make an example out any rapper

Who might try to attempt this

I don’t need no ammo

To put your head up on a mantle

I’m knocking you senseless

Feeling like rambo

Fighting off all of the haters that slide in my mentions

Grit the enamel while biting your tongue

If you ever wan pry in my business

Whole gang with me ain’t a thang bitch

We in a sprinter can like we be hunting a mystery

You’d get your feelings hurt if you seen

All of the dms your girlfriend be sending me

And if you have a career i wouldn’t ever

Recommend running into me

I’ll do in a decade what you couldn’t even imagine

Would happen in centuries