Fame Junior - God's Work lyrics

VERSE1 Uhh! Look!!!! (uhh) look what the low-lives did Overly dedicated,this's what the dream-chase brings You tryina buy face,i'm just wishing you luck I'm about to leave you with these bars, lik' oscar pestorious Reflecting on the week I've had, planning ma week ahead Swear i'm losin' ma mind,how these broads offer me head No sit downs,guess i'm cut from the same-cloth of standing outs Without a doubt,ma words weight worth a heavy price I started with hand-me-downs,i couldn't afford the price I was sold a dream 'n i bought it,i afforded the luck I got next, but patience is the mind frame Mind-state of a street-kid, i go through life hoping to find change! HOOK I'm tryina find myself without losing myself in the process Even when tired,go is the only word i know & i never rest We started broke,told my n***as we never go back again All we ever wanted is the money my n***a, you can keep the Fame Pop sayin',go hard till you live it up & if they hating,go hard till they give it up!!!!! Don't even try to fight it They can't nock the hustle,its all god's work (X2) I'm tryina find myself without losing myself in the process Even when tired,go is the only word i know & i never rest We started broke & told my n***as we never go back again All we ever wanted is the money my n***a, you can keep the Fame (keep the fame) VERSE2 I vow to tell nothing but the truth when the mic is on Don't get it misconstrued,it's either you dream big or you move along Or find yourself in the land of do or die,facing down in the ocean And drown in these thoughts,of a ma**-hypnosis Pushing hard on tracks,like i'm a train smash till ma whole team flourish! No days off,i take what's mines, cause even procrastination takes time Hater Back off,cause it only a matter of time till we put your dreams on a flat-line My catalog slithers,they get bitter,we get bigger Screaming F•ck whoever hating on a n***a Myself again'st the world,never rep no crew They never made heats,they known for tweets on some eurika baduh Steps of a slim tramp, that freak slap on whoever sleeps on shacks Guap stacks, drop tracks, till we blow cheques Entitled to big perks, seperate from fakes And tell 'em keep the fame And feed of it,pull a mandela walk,never a work of shame Bars that portrays the truth steke biko I'm off key like a whack beat,no k**os Free-throws when they tryina take shorts Never give in or hold steps,its due to my late pops that i never rest Its do or die, swear it's our time i rap just to get by,selling dreams money can by Success as the chauffeur,that's what i'm driven by, yea that's what i'm driven by (truuust) I'm tryina find myself without losing myself in the process Even when tired,go is the only word i know & i never rest We started broke,told my n***as we never go back again All we ever wanted is the money my n***a, you can keep the Fame (keep the fame) Pop sayin',go hard till you live it up & if they hating,go hard till they give it up!!!!! Don't even try to fight it They can't nock the hustle,its all god's work (X2) I'm tryina find myself without losing myself in the process Even when tired,go is the only word i know & i never rest We started broke & told my n***as we never go back again All we ever wanted is the money my n***a, you can keep the Fame, keep the fame