Work Real Hard ft. Jackie Hill Perry & JohnO Lyrics

Oh, until they work real hard

Oh, until they work real hard

For being proud of their success

We still here

Until they work real hard

Means everything to me

We still here,

I did my very best

Oh, oh, but can't you see

Until they work real hard

Uh, I was supposed to have it all by 25

Been figured out the call that's been on my life

Big pimpin I'm the boy with the fly wife

Six figures just to ball in a high rise

Big boss dog, what's a nine to five?

Whip flossed up, where do I sign?

Name your favorite fine wine, baby, I'm buying

Every place I'm flying all over your timeline

Losing ground, focus on my Sky Miles

Only thing flying is the time, huh?

25 turned to 35

And taught me releasing hella classics ain't a sturdy job

If they don't see my worth, is you still a worthy Gof?

If I knew it wouldn't work out, would I still work this hard?

(Until they work real hard)

Memories of my dreams rolling down my cheek I taste them, so it's salt every time I speak

I'm wasting all these thoughts trying to find my peak

I'm chasing windy nightmares down my street

I'm Jason, When did nightmares, climb out my sleep

And place themselves in my face to replace themselves

I'd hate to sell you pipe dreams, rather be blunt

All my searching for worth and working was a fallacy, huh?

The cookie crumbled and silly me, I got mad at the crumbs

Anything to deflect from the fact I'm mad at the Son

That's arrogant, huh? To think that he'd be bad at his job

But planning results, wished I lived in a mansion or something

God, I work real hard

Until they work real hard

Yeah

I'm sure they work real hard

For being proud of their success

Uh, he made the heavens and the earth

He told the dirt to breathe, then he gave you work

Until the seventh, then he rested

But I'm restless, steady wrestling

Triple H, holy, holy, holy, work was best when

It wasn't so attached to identity

The portrait, the trinity, ain't corporate

We poor, it's not a spirit

I'm tired of feeling, if I don't get it

This girl-world stops spinning

The clock ticking, I'm working to death

I'm clocked out, I'm shooting shots, got boxed out

You pop mouth, He curse ground

You dig it, don't you?

You feel naked without success

Too many figs to flaunt you

Won't take it when you go

This ghost money haunts you

This ghost money haunts you

Ghost money haunts you

I'm sure they work real hard

For being proud of their success

I'm sure they work real hard

Means everything to me

And did their very best

Chasing ghosts, ghosts, ghosts