Lyrics Work pays - Skriim feat. dready christ

Skriim - Work pays (ft. Dready Christ)

Caught up in this city life; I feel the rush!
One thing I know is: Poverty ain't good for none of us!

My bills' high, but so is my granny's blood pressure-
'Blood's thicker than water'... The more reason I feel pressure

Blow the whole ounce to get my mojo back, then hit the streets...
-Where everyone's a predator, cuz they're hungry & gotta eat!

Boy I'd be damned if a nigga don' get paid...
So long as the sun shines; my nigga, I'm making hay!
Yellin'...

Young nigga!
Put in work & make it count!
When you hit 'em low points, you gotta bounce!

You could live forever or die young,
Just be sure to get your plum before it's done!

Young mon!
Bend down; tek a look at me!
Bwai you nuh see seh mi á clean???
Big chalice!. Weh man á steam!
Man á big shot!. You nuh seen!.

Work pays!

I'm on my grind like a miller; trynna turn my peanuts to butter,
Cuz I gotta get my bread together,
Made up for nights that I went to bed mad... No dinner,
Too many times, I was sick; I had to be my own healer.

Though I always knew that I had treasures deep in my soul,
And I if I dig a lil' deeper I'ma find my pot of gold,
So I've been soul searching', gold digging... Mind excavating,
I'ma do it till I get it right;
Ain't trippin' if it's hurting, I'm a...

Young nigga!
Put in work & make it count!
When you hit 'em low points, you gotta bounce!

You could live forever or die young,
Just be sure to get your plum before it's done!

Young mon!
Bend down; tek a look at me!
Bwai you nuh see seh mi á clean???
Big chalice!. Weh man á steam!
Man á big shot!. You nuh seen!.

Work pays!

(Written by Dready Christ)