paroles de chanson Hard Work - Stig of the Dump
I
can
turn
my
hand
to
any
style
I
want,
depending
on
what
vibe
I'm
on/
Love,
peace
& happiness,
to
bang
him
with
an
iron
rod/
Whiney
little
Emo,
to
an
ego
like
I'm
a
god
& I
could
make
a
pile
of
gwop
but
fuck
it
I
just
pied
it
off
Cos
I
refuse
to
compromise
my
lot
just
for
the
sterling/
I'm
me
for
every
penny
of
the
pounds
that
I've
been
earning/
And
one
thing
that's
for
certain,
I'll
keep
the
fire
burning/
And
stay
true
to
myself
until
I
face
the
final
curtain/
I've
been
working
like
a
dog,
so
please
forgive
me
if
I
bark
a
bit
I
don't
give
a
toss
if
you're
a
badman
when
your
bars
are
shit
It's
a
major
labels
loss
because
they
don't
know
how
to
market
this/
A
living
definition
of
what
an
independent
artist
is
So
bump
your
system
loud
Turn
you
music
up,
'cos
I'm
a
bun
the
system
down
Keep
ice
& chains
cos
I
aint
come
to
piss
about
This
is
a
different
sound,
I'll
kill
it
til
the
industry
is
disembowelled
It's
time
to
get
the
money
in
Style
raw
enough
to
make
ya
eyes
water
like
an
onion
I
tell
the
truth
I
tryna
be
a
funny
en
Bring
the
greatest
of
all
time
& I'm
a
curry
him
I'm
tryna
build
a
brand
from
the
ground
up
Been
broke
now
I'm
tryna
get
the
pounds
up
For
now
the
whole
brow
stays
frowned
up
Until
I
see
the
figures
in
my
bank
account
mount
up
Grinding
like
a
coke
heads
teeth
Bars
are
intricately
woven
so
the
flow
gets
peak
I
wan't
paying
but
ain't
making
that
processed
cheese
Cos
I
aint
tryna
write
a
track
about
a
Rolex
Sweep.
Peep.
it
gets
deep
without
an
aqua
lung
So
there's
passion
in
the
bars
when
I'm
rapping
'em
Syncopate
the
war
cry
to
the
banging
drum
Can
in
hand,
mastering
my
art
like
Alex
Young
I
work
twice
as
hard
as
the
next
guy
On
the
hustle
til
the
second
that
the
cheques
signed
I
don't
belive
that
I
can
settle
in
my
next
life
You're
only
here
once
you
know
& homie,
I'm
a
get
mine.
But
I
aint
all
about
the
peso,
I
don't
play
thug
with
just
the
right
amout
of
J-Lo
Bills
still
come
in
by
the
day
so
I'm
tryna
get
em
studying
my
quotes
like
Plato
Cos
courage
is
knowing
what
not
to
fear
So
if
ya
think
I'm
shook
of
ya
tough
act
you're
on
the
gear
This
aint
a
pop
track,
talking
bout
it's
hot
in
here
I'm
tryna
make
the
rent
off
the
realness
they
wanna
hear
I
been
through
drama
in
my
life
& it
aint
over
yet
But
I
learnt
from
my
mistakes
so
like
the
ink
suggests,
No
Regrets
If
ya
here
to
stack
some
chips,
that's
some
shit
I
won't
respect
My
bars
are
born
from
moments
where
the
rhythm
& my
soul
connect
I
work
hard,
it's
hard
work
When
you're
tryna
put
the
art
first
But
i
admit
that
i'm
in
love
with
the
music
I'm
just
sick
of
seeing
suckers
abuse
it,
that's
why;
I
work
hard,
it's
hard
work
When
you're
tryna
put
the
art
first
I
admit
i'm
still
in
love
with
the
music
I'm
just
sick
of
seeing
suckers
abuse
it
That's
true
shit.
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