Workin' Out - A Colors Show (Explicit) - JID

Lyrics by：DiCaprio/Carson Guidicessi/Arthur Herzog/Billie Holiday

Composed by：DiCaprio/Carson Guidicessi/Arthur Herzog/Billie Holiday

Look on everything I gave everything and got nothing back

Ain't looking for no pat on backs

That ain't how we got where the f**k we at

Mama call where the f**k you at

On the road and I ain't coming back

Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks

And that hundred racks bring a bundle back

I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger

JID b***h the money snatcher

C'est la vie s**t I'm coming after everybody

Don't get the bloody splatter

I'm fly and I got my n***as

Fly too s**t is like buddy passes

I wanna cry 'cause I'm numb inside

If you wonder why ask what's the matter

'Cause I been working hella hard

S**t ain't really working out

I been praying to the Lord

S**t ain't really working out

I been looking to the stars

Keep my head up in the clouds

S**t ain't really working out

S**t ain't really working out

S**t ain't really working out

Quiet

Don't explain

What is there to gain

Yeah okay s**t ain't really working out

Now I got a little bread got my n***as working outta town

Baby your a*s fat s**t I can see you working out s**t

And you got a new job

Tell me how that s**t working out

Heard you doing pretty good yeah

People talk word of mouth

Wasn't 'round when you had the dirty house

Now they won't leave when you kick 'em out

These type of people can't stick around

Only down when there's liquor 'round or the spliff around

That's why I don't f**k with n***as now

Well I f**k with all my n***as you know the difference

You been living with tunnel vision

You and all of your friends are like wonder women wonder woman

Working for it if you ever wanted something

Searching for a purpose I see what you on

Difference in how you be using your gifts

In the midst of the s**t that you dealing with

Really specific you paid attention panoramic

Got the vision like a fer-de-lance

You attack and you kill it sinkin' your teeth with the venom

Kinda like me with these instrumentals

Or the pen and the pencil

Or off the pimpin' since been pimpin' keep it sensible

Since you winning you a object of ridicule

Objects appearing closer than you ready for

Obviously you don't know what's ahead

But that's the reason you can work 'til you dead

Hard

S**t ain't really working out

I been praying to the Lord

S**t ain't really working out

I been looking to the stars

Keep my head up in the clouds

S**t ain't really working out

S**t ain't really working out

S**t ain't really working out

C'mon bruh come to the booty club one time

Throw some of that Dreamville money

Throw some of that Dreamville money of there hoes bruh

They got dreams too n***a

They got s**t to do too n***a