Yeah yeah
Word oh word oh word
Oh wow nigga I'm just working and I'm proud
Plus you unemployed
You just hating on the boy and you loving the man
Cause you wish you had bands
I never ever played rugby but regardless I know you love me
F*ck a new critic always hating on my critique
Crackhead on the corner give me some change
Give me something that will make me go insane
Make me lose my brain
I'm the youngest nigga with a vision
Ima pray just to live like a nigga lost prescriptions
Ima hold it down for my fam till I die
No false starts no stops just ride
This is how it is and this is how it was
A hard worker works and he raps just because
On the east side
Is where I do and die
The truth will set you free instead of living lies
A nigga working and sweating with detergent
Got a nigga nervous got em closing all the curtains
F*ck that shit get money
Get the f*ck up out the house
(I woke up this morning really tired)
Have a couple businesses to handle
Get the f*ck up out the house
(But I took a shower and got dressed)
F*ck that shit get money
Get the f*ck up out the house
(At least I got my bread which is money to me)
Have a couple businesses to handle
Get the f*ck up out the house
Now I'm ready to roll
Yeah
Making it rhyme cause you know I got it
A set of keys in my pocket
Could of been to the moon with a Houston Rocket
Man I coulda been robbed
I coulda been stabbed
I coulda met another cousin that I never had
But I'm just glad that I made it to the other side
A nigga made it so his life is not a sacrifice
I'm making money so you know I'm never home
Lame niggas acting like they have it but they really don't
Rap game tight and I never lose
I'm always winning but I'm playing so you know I do
Yeah
I know a young man working with a job
7-eleven from 7 to 11
You know he wasn't tired he was working part time
But the grind was tough and he know it
Cause nigga he made it
Um my name is Manny Gonzalez
And my poem is called I'm wondering
I be in the Bronx where the lights still go on
And how life can be a pain oh I wish you saw
And how you can be rich or still grow poor
You better live what you got or then get shot around the block
Now who you're gonna call when you see someone dead
I hope not the police cause you had the gun
Now who had the fun?
Now you had the gun and you have the sun now beaming at your son
So I'm just wondering
What is your name
Popping all of your veins like it is the end of the game
Now breathe
You're taking all of the toxic in
You're getting messed up you might need to rent another house again
The way you're living now is nothing but a dream
You wake up realizing you sleep with no hot steam
Think about it
Stores around the corner
Doors with no holders
No withdrawals to direct deposit it
Only checks can get you more than a sandwich
Story's over just wake up again
Davita - The Roots of My Labor / I'm Wondering Lyrics
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Yeah yeah
Word oh word oh word
Oh wow nigga I'm just working and I'm proud
Plus you unemployed
You just hating on the boy and you loving the man
Cause you wish you had bands
I never ever played rugby but regardless I know you love me
F*ck a new critic always hating on my critique
Crackhead on the corner give me some change
Give me something that will make me go insane
Make me lose my brain
I'm the youngest nigga with a vision
Ima pray just to live like a nigga lost prescriptions
Ima hold it down for my fam till I die
No false starts no stops just ride
This is how it is and this is how it was
A hard worker works and he raps just because
On the east side
Is where I do and die
The truth will set you free instead of living lies
A nigga working and sweating with detergent
Got a nigga nervous got em closing all the curtains
F*ck that shit get money
Get the f*ck up out the house
(I woke up this morning really tired)
Have a couple businesses to handle
Get the f*ck up out the house
(But I took a shower and got dressed)
F*ck that shit get money
Get the f*ck up out the house
(At least I got my bread which is money to me)
Have a couple businesses to handle
Get the f*ck up out the house
Now I'm ready to roll
Yeah
Making it rhyme cause you know I got it
A set of keys in my pocket
Could of been to the moon with a Houston Rocket
Man I coulda been robbed
I coulda been stabbed
I coulda met another cousin that I never had
But I'm just glad that I made it to the other side
A nigga made it so his life is not a sacrifice
I'm making money so you know I'm never home
Lame niggas acting like they have it but they really don't
Rap game tight and I never lose
I'm always winning but I'm playing so you know I do
Yeah
I know a young man working with a job
7-eleven from 7 to 11
You know he wasn't tired he was working part time
But the grind was tough and he know it
Cause nigga he made it
Um my name is Manny Gonzalez
And my poem is called I'm wondering
I be in the Bronx where the lights still go on
And how life can be a pain oh I wish you saw
And how you can be rich or still grow poor
You better live what you got or then get shot around the block
Now who you're gonna call when you see someone dead
I hope not the police cause you had the gun
Now who had the fun?
Now you had the gun and you have the sun now beaming at your son
So I'm just wondering
What is your name
Popping all of your veins like it is the end of the game
Now breathe
You're taking all of the toxic in
You're getting messed up you might need to rent another house again
The way you're living now is nothing but a dream
You wake up realizing you sleep with no hot steam
Think about it
Stores around the corner
Doors with no holders
No withdrawals to direct deposit it
Only checks can get you more than a sandwich
Story's over just wake up again
Word oh word oh word
Oh wow nigga I'm just working and I'm proud
Plus you unemployed
You just hating on the boy and you loving the man
Cause you wish you had bands
I never ever played rugby but regardless I know you love me
F*ck a new critic always hating on my critique
Crackhead on the corner give me some change
Give me something that will make me go insane
Make me lose my brain
I'm the youngest nigga with a vision
Ima pray just to live like a nigga lost prescriptions
Ima hold it down for my fam till I die
No false starts no stops just ride
This is how it is and this is how it was
A hard worker works and he raps just because
On the east side
Is where I do and die
The truth will set you free instead of living lies
A nigga working and sweating with detergent
Got a nigga nervous got em closing all the curtains
F*ck that shit get money
Get the f*ck up out the house
(I woke up this morning really tired)
Have a couple businesses to handle
Get the f*ck up out the house
(But I took a shower and got dressed)
F*ck that shit get money
Get the f*ck up out the house
(At least I got my bread which is money to me)
Have a couple businesses to handle
Get the f*ck up out the house
Now I'm ready to roll
Yeah
Making it rhyme cause you know I got it
A set of keys in my pocket
Could of been to the moon with a Houston Rocket
Man I coulda been robbed
I coulda been stabbed
I coulda met another cousin that I never had
But I'm just glad that I made it to the other side
A nigga made it so his life is not a sacrifice
I'm making money so you know I'm never home
Lame niggas acting like they have it but they really don't
Rap game tight and I never lose
I'm always winning but I'm playing so you know I do
Yeah
I know a young man working with a job
7-eleven from 7 to 11
You know he wasn't tired he was working part time
But the grind was tough and he know it
Cause nigga he made it
Um my name is Manny Gonzalez
And my poem is called I'm wondering
I be in the Bronx where the lights still go on
And how life can be a pain oh I wish you saw
And how you can be rich or still grow poor
You better live what you got or then get shot around the block
Now who you're gonna call when you see someone dead
I hope not the police cause you had the gun
Now who had the fun?
Now you had the gun and you have the sun now beaming at your son
So I'm just wondering
What is your name
Popping all of your veins like it is the end of the game
Now breathe
You're taking all of the toxic in
You're getting messed up you might need to rent another house again
The way you're living now is nothing but a dream
You wake up realizing you sleep with no hot steam
Think about it
Stores around the corner
Doors with no holders
No withdrawals to direct deposit it
Only checks can get you more than a sandwich
Story's over just wake up again
Writer: Manny Gonzalez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid