Mike Freeman - Working Hard Lyrics

I been working so hard
Tryna' put my city on
But they won't love me til' I'm dead gone
I been working so hard
Day to day
Just tryna' make a way
But they love me til' I'm getting paid
Or talking talk bout' some bitches
Or money i ain't made
Imma' always keep it real
I never been fake
I'm from the land of the trill
I'm destined to be great
Freeman is my last name
But I'm working like a slave
I been working so hard

Dropped my first album
And faced humiliation
From people hatin'
Claiming that i wouldn't make it
I fell in deep depression
Little did i know, that stressin' was a blessin'
Had so many lessons
Cause i asked a lot of questions
(Yeah)
I realized my greatness
(Yeah)
I'm an inspiration
(Yeah)
Had to learn to myself
Stay true yourself
Don't you worry, bout no one else
Cause I remember when I truly needed help
When she divorced me
Took my kids across the country
Wanting Child support and alimony
No this ain't just bout the money
Man it really really cuts deep
Seeing my babies smiling without me
Or not having that car seat in the back, while i drive
Got me contemplating Suicide from time to time
This pain and guilt can no longer coincide
I know it makes me mad, but Imma good dad
(Imma' be there for my boys)

I been working so hard
Tryna' put my city on
But they won't love me til' I'm dead gone
I been working so hard
Day to day
Just tryna' make a way
But they love me til' I'm getting paid
Or talking talk bout' some bitches
Or money i ain't made
Imma' always keep it real
I never been fake
I'm from the land of the trill
I'm destined to be great
Freeman is my last name
But I'm working like a slave
I been working so hard

Yeah, grinding 24/7
At times I don't know if my life Armageddon or Heaven
Haters talkin', point em out
Imma' get em and dead em
That was my way of thinking
Growing up with killers and felons
Well at least until the OGs told me
Don't let me catch you bangin' and slangin' in the streets
You scared, you shook
You ain't a crook
Go read a book
And get a degree
Stop tryna' to be me
Run along and go on home
Before street lights cut on
Go on home before them street lights cut on
Before yo mamma get a call sayin you won't be home
Before yo mom get a call sayin you won't be home

I been working so hard
Tryna' put my city on
But they won't love me til' I'm dead gone
I been working so hard
Day to day
Just tryna' make a way
But they love me til' I'm getting paid
Or talking talk bout' some bitches
Or money i ain't made
Imma' always keep it real
I never been fake
I'm from the land of the trill
I'm destined to be great
Freeman is my last name
But I'm working like a slave
I been working so hard

So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
Yeah, I been working so hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard
Yeah yeah
So hard
Yeah, I been working so hard