Blu Collar Workers

Aight, now it's getting serious

I gotta talk to these ladies, cause

I don't think y'all get the point

Do you know who I am?

Now please don't take it personal

But I gotta go and work some more

And I know deep down it hurt your soul

But I'm a blue collar worker, girl

Now it's a long road ahead of me

Eyes wide open trying to rock my flow steadily

Trying to stay focused, so these broads don't get to me

But dog it gets hard 'cause they sing so heavenly

Humming 'Stay With Me' trying to make my day as sweet

As some Tiombe on a Sunday, with a cup of Angel's tea

I'm trying to find the happiness that couples claim to be

But it's hard to balance loving when you busting over beats

Sounds strange but it's hard to explain it over beats

In the lab daily, rocking two or three shows a week

Going mad crazy, stressing over press and your release

Trying to please labels while you keep your rep up in the streets

At the same time trying to breathe

And on your down-time, trying to find a fine breeze

But see I'm underground, so now I gotta find cheese

Just to take her out to dinner, just to eat and get a kiss up on the cheek

And for me it's even harder, 'cause I ain't got a car to pick them up in

So chicks already think they put enough in

Plus I'm kind of cute so it's hard for them to trust him

Asking what I'm doing every night like I be screwing every night, what?

Truth is, I'm bruising every mic that I come across

And every now and then, drop a hundred off

Just so you can fucking floss, but that's not enough for you

So I take another loss, wondering why I fucked with you

Knowing I got stuff to do

And I won't take it personal

But deep down it hurt my soul

But I'll just go and work some more

Cause I'm a blue collar worker, girl

And I won't take it personal

But deep down it hurt my soul

But I'll just go and work some more

Cause I'm a blue collar worker, girl

They say misery loves company... (word?)

But I don't need shit, so don't come to me

And I don't eat dick, so don't cum to me

When you see me in a fucking beamer leaning tough as fiends with winter fever

Your nose itching, hoes wishing he was a keeper

Fucked up girl, he was a keeper

Fuck the papers, shit, he was the reefer

Now he's meaner than meaner

Was sweet now he keeps his heart next to his Nina

And you used to see him, saving up his money from shows

To get her a rose, turning down ridiculous hoes

All he wanted was a chick with his back, but his chippers was wack

Now he adding on the Royce when he Rolls

Sounds smoother with his voice when he flows, missed out

Keep woofing all you want girl, I'm in a brick house

With a thick spouse, pimped out, blue diamond dripped out

In my helicopter love, fuck your little Benz, bounce

What you think I work for huh?

Please don't take it personal

But I gotta go and work some more

And I know deep down it hurt your soul

But I'm a blue collar worker, girl

And please don't take it personal

But I gotta go and work some more

And I know deep down it hurt your soul

But I'm a blue collar worker, girl

Now

Now y'all know I love y'all

You know wha' I'm saying? Ladies

But y'all be fronting and shit (for real)

Y'all be acting like y'all don't want me to work

And then when I don't work, y'all act like

I don't do enough work

I need more cheese, and I need this

And you need that, fuck that!

But hey, don't take it personal

Please don't take it personal

But I gotta go and work some more

And I know deep down it hurt your soul

But I'm a blue collar worker, girl

So please don't take it personal

But I gotta go and work some more

And I know deep down it hurt your soul

But I'm a blue collar worker, girl