Kid Ink - Work's Never Over (Funk Flex Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Ink] Uh, First off, no I ain't soft Eeny meeny, any one of you will get broke off Sayin' you the truth n***a look like false Just talk too much and you look like narcs More than the king look up to the gods In my own lane your sh** garbage, my sh** poppin' your sh** Amish I been grindin', no other option We ain't even started, still the beginning Tell them this my shot with a lime and a lemon It's no more limits it's ho's in my linen There's holes in your story you been telling for a minute Been all round the city never seen you in it Back then with a 4X tee and a fitted, riddin' in a bucket but I paid for that sh** Still got it, just dropped thirty K in that b**h Blunt long as an AK, sprayin' in this b**h Same n***a since day 1, you gay n***a' switch When the dough start coming tell em' live is a risk Talkin' bout bars got life get a grip [Verse 2: Kid Ink] I said work's never over, money gettin' older Never see me walking with a chip on my shoulder Show price going up, every single quarter Got you n***a's cornered, call the f**in' coroner Out of town, all the time, I'm a foreigner In a foreign girl, I can transform ya Reppin' that West side California Make a wrong turn, your chain in the pawn shop Streets ain't playin', n***a's back on they bullsh** Better find an OG and get to payin' dues b**h I said I'm good in the hood yo And you n***a's wifen hood ho's Hold up, said hold up Me? n***a get ran over Rose up from the roaches Now I need a crib big enough to fit a boat in motha f**a [Verse 3: Raekwon] Rifles out, beard like the Russians Octagon tub in the silk drawers, the dutches Model that clayborne, posing in black sayin' the day gone Swimmin trunks gold, with the suede on it The rap version of Frank Ward, the mad cape and the sword Home in Columbia call me a k**a Fried fish Friday's, fresh to d**h, waves are sideways Blunt out, I'm ready to buy [?] paper bag stunna Trench coat 40 on the throat, all I know, take money, wanna? Besides bread max in lounges, feet up coolin' Merlot bottles get blown by the thousands Heard I was browsing, but I was upstairs In the room chillin' smoking bout to blow hundred thousand Real n***as wiling, f**ing on the balcony styling, remember the family Peace I'm out Ink