Taylor King - Werk (Prod. Taylor King) lyrics

[Produced by Taylor King] [Intro: Matthew McConaughey; Wolf of Wall Street] [Verse 1: Craw the Sage] Two 45's on my chest plate I been putting work out Maneuvering all this weight You need food for the soul Auntie Ha gotta Plate You f** with a sleeping giant Apologize for the wake The revolution won't be televised My n***as hella high I see through all the lies March right up to the white man's gates And say is my black skin welcome in your estate They they claiming we going ape Letting off 8 Pretending everything straight I'm out here tryna keep the faith I see through all the wrongs So my fist raised to the right America how can I call you home and n***as wasn't welcome in the new Rome Brought a boat load of us over officers gunning down our soldiers Wait tip we sick them Dobermans on em I'm giving you straight work like I was straight off the corner They wanna own the whole globe The World Bank wanna own us And the KKK wanna recieve they bonus We just need a common opponent And when the ground shakes and God's wrath is upon us Just forgive me of my mistakes the truths is the power and it sting like a hornet This is not for the likes, Please leave a comment Are you not entertained I'm maximus with a sword that's how my sk** is so polished This for the Joy of the Game and the top is the aim And I can't be tamed! [Bridge/Hook] f** it it's America Love it in America Hate it in America I'm f**ing miss America Hate it in America Love it in America Covet in America I'm f**ing miss America f**ing miss America I'm f**ing miss America (Laughs) [Verse 2] I had to work harder Think smarter and grind harder Cuz I'm tryna compete with the likes of Mr. Sean Carter like it was the fourth quarter and I've been down a lot 7 seconds on the clock I'm the one to take the shot So get ready I'm dropping bombs my n***a like its confetti Make a p**y n***a go grab his teddy I stay right there on Roosevelt no Theodore And I been spitting fire like my boss said see the door Ain't dat bout a b**h coach had me on dat bench but I ain't even see the floor there's no ceilings in this b**h! Aye Feel like Satchel page I'm tryna increase my networth And look at some dope artwork So my mom ain't never gotta work I'm giving you this new sh** Giving y'all this work I'm leading the league in a**ists Dishing out these dope bars making Cliff Paul pissed They be like yo dope loud its foul I call it bustin' out yo speaker Jeepers please my ninja don't creep up I'm giving you straight body shots I'm f**ing yo obliques up b**h [Hook]