Puttin In Work
(专辑: Traveling Local - 2014)
[Verse 1
Futuristic:] Gold all on my chain, fuck that, I
want gold all on my plaque Racks on racks, for the
raps I
rap, y'all niggas all sound so trash Futuristic independent, I
been at it for a
minute All this money, I
ain't splitting, I
did it without a
major I've been moving, I've been shaking in the
face of a
generation In my state and I
don't owe nobody any fucking favors, yup Young player with his eyes on the
prize I've been gunning for the
motherfucking top All these other rappers just like fish out the
water Cause they all gon' flop, I've been putting in work, [?] shows Speaking of shows, look at all my show I'm about to hit the
stage, all my niggas gon' rage Catch me in your state, cause we've been all around the
globe I
got merch in boat, nigga, wholesale Hoes at the
hotel, but they don't tell, thick as oatmeal Ask me if I
shmang bang, know me so well Whipping out my snake, like a
show and tell Nigga got bars, no bell, you move like an old snail Probably got your girl wet, no pale Leave her face so pale, I'm getting paper, you a
hater Send a
nigga a
check and you get no mail [Hook Futuristic:] I've been moving, I've been staying on my shit I've been grinding, I've been hustling everyday, I
never quit I've been traveling, get it cracking with my fans at every show If y'all wonder how this happened then I'm 'bout to let you know I've been putting in work, work, putting in work, work Putting in work, putting in work, work, putting in work, work Putting in work, I've been putting in work, work Putting in work, work, putting in work, I've been putting in work Work, putting in work, work, putting in work [Verse 2
Futuristic:] Now I
ain't gon' sit around and front like I
got the
pump Nigga getting slumped, I
ain't 'bout that But I'm all about a
dollar making bitches holler make them swallow Won't see them tomorrow, yeah, I'm 'bout that Matter of fact I'm 'bout show money Throw money to get more money So funny they got no money, fake change running cars That their label paid for but you acting like it's your money Flow money on the
slow money never that Never whack with the
tracks, ask Aktion, made it happen Got the
city cracking, doing everything I
could imagine All my bitches looking like they coming from a
pageant I
ain't gassin, hard work made it happen Started a
movement from how I
do it That nigga Futuristic with WTF gang I'm the
Captain You ain't get a
fraction, that's all me So tell me why would I
give away Leaving haters with a
bitter taste Kill an MC leave flowers on the
stone, bitch, get a
vase You wanna collab, you a
lil late You gon' need a
lil cake and a
lil buzz to negotiate Then I'm a
hop up on your song with a
quick sixteen Eat an MC put them on my dinner plate [Hook Futuristic] [Verse 3
Emilio Rojas:] Young king but I've never been crowned Dick rider, you never been down [?] how the
fuck that sound Still fly even when I
touchdown From the
airport, to the
[?] Shit they didn't expect from a
Spanish boy Pay me in checks and hard cash of course Don't pay me in respect, can't cash it boy I'm the
best in New York The
city be showing respect to the
boy Fuck all the
rest of the
young ones They so unimpressive, I
never been checkin for y'all I'm J
in Chicago, expect me to ball You're Jordan's in Washington, y'all gonna fall Shooting and missing and flailing your arms Looking at all of the
rest for applause Them bitches on my dick but I'm ignoring them And if they foreign then it look like I
imported them I
squeeze the
air up out your lungs like an accordion Emilio and ZFG flourishing, bee-otch [Hook Futuristic]