paroles de chanson I Work Hard - Yung Ralph

I kick it with the og's
And listen to the oldies
I work so hard
I think I deserve a trophy
I work hard
I work hard
I work hard
I work hard
I work hard
I work hard

I work hard
I work hard

In 1982 my mama had her first child
My daddy left her before I learned how to crawl
It was hard
Yea she struggled
Tracy Thomas (Tracy Thomas)
Definition of a mother
She had me too more brothers
And a little sister
Two more cousins that stayed wit us
Five aunts and a uncle
Lotta sweet Grandma
Pools in the winter
Family reunion in summer
Times got better
When the work came in
Started rollin' up the long way

When the purp came in

My name Yung Ralph
For the ones that don't know me
This all for my cousins, every hood, and my homies

Fisrt day, 9th grade
Couldn't wait to go to school
New hat, new shirt, new pants, new shoes
Me, Bayo, Big Jay and Mon act a fool
I didn't worry bout the Bee my nigga Pool had the booze
Found a connect
It was in the South
Ever since then man I never seen a drought
Fat head had bag
A whole case of blunts
Smoked a whole lot of refeer
Neck like a chandelier

Wrist like a lamp
Money maker, stayed down

Yea I loved my camp
A lot of haters mad
They didn't know about the movement
Until the seen me in the 5-50 just crusin'

These haters smile in ya face
Talk behind yo back
But they never tell you
That Raplh got a sack
Had to shake them haters off
Man they was all on me
A whole lot of... Imposters, and phonies
Kick it wit the og's
And listen to the oldies
Down to earth, rich rapper
Ask whoeva know me
I lie a little, make mistakes
I ain't perfect
No matter what I get I'ma still eat church's
Why you think the og's and grown folks feel it
Grew up being broke so I'm careful wit my money
Goe advice and businesses
And I thank Big Tommy