Work

Nick Weaver (Verse 1):
Can ya hear me now, are you tuned in?/Zooming in this room assume I got new plans/Soon as I could move I blew the spot boom bam/Boondock dweller is a new improved man/2 hands grippin this mic I watch loose limbs/New trends, new likes, and instaview grams/Who I am doesn’t matter, when I put it in the pattern, of these rhymes that I rattle every 52 stems/Fuck is you sayin’/Yeah I know my youth drainin/Everybody’s bouquetin/Getting married, new fam/While I’m in the booth slaying/Down til it’s to 2AM/Wednesday til Tuesday and/And I ain't gotta do a damn/Thing, and I’m through playing/With these few dames/That’ll burn me like the blue flame of a butane/Instead I spit true game, only in the verse/And they ask why I’m goin’ so hard cause I’m puttin’ in

(Hook 1x)
Work, I’m putting in work
From the 1st all the way until the 31st
Man I’m putting in work, I’m putting in work
Til these tears dry and turn to sweat in my shirt
Man I’m putting in work, I’m putting in work
Women or love I tell you which came first
Man I’m putting in work, Putting in work
Til’ I can’t feel nothing except for what I’m worth
Man I’m puttin’ in work…

Luck One (Verse 2):
Like a slave would/In the same hood/They said if money didn’t change me then the fame would/Guess I’m just doing me but folks say I should calm it down/Don’t really matter though, long as my mama proud/Long as my daddy proud/My drive to write will/Blossom til it’s prominent enough to pay these light bills/Fostering these mic skills/Practice for performances/Hustling my own disc straight into the audience/Back to the lab conjuring/Concepts I’m pondering/It’s beat tapes from Italy, my emails is blossoming/So I don’t need sleep/Write until I’m knee deep/In spiral bound paper creating until my dreams peak/I ride around later/For now I gotta grind/That’s the solitary focus in my mind/I’m married to success so the rest is just a flirt/Call it putting out music, but I’m putting in work boy I’m putting in work…

(Hook 1x)
Work, I’m putting in work
From the 1st all the way until the 31st
Man I’m putting in work, I’m putting in work
Til these tears dry and turn to sweat in my shirt
Man I’m putting in work, I’m putting in work
Women or love I tell you which came first
Man I’m putting in work, Putting in work
Til’ I can’t feel nothing except for what I’m worth
Man I’m puttin’ in work…