I think they tryna take my soul from me
So much talent but this world got a hold on me (I'm a genius)
I'm clocking in every morning, these weekly checks hella weak man I can't get out on the weekends
Yet never felt so secure, invested time in my mind be broke but still don't feel poor
But I be asking the lord to give me more
Give me more 'cause working feels like a chore
So it's Monday and I'm up at 5 in that warehouse working way out, that boy on the grind
Called back home and heard my parents split up
I was traumatized then I put on daddy's shoes and wiped my momma eyes
I never seen my father cry, cause we soldiers ain't no weeping 'less they're battle cries
Desert Eagles threaten suicide
His depression kicked in overdrive he's immortalized
I can't let my father die patience Pop I'm on the rise Happiness begins within the mind
I found forever in this music, now the world is mine
But I know I ain't the only one rappers out here taking shit for granted like we owe them something
Listen to my Spotify I can show you something hop the 4 train and bang it on your way to work
Rather be without a job
But can't be out here broke, I bought a O to sell but really it's for me to smoke
Oooh, I was making 10 an hour on the factory line
Oooh, I always knew I'd make it out it in a matter of time
(I'm bout to be free)
I don't think she love me 'cause when I'm working I be hardly thinking of her
Now her mama starting to say that she ain't for me
She probably right but it ain't time to let her know
Not while these other niggas tryna take her from me, dawg
I'm a dog I ain't ever letting go until that time don't make the situation ugly
I get vicious like its' out of my control
To struggle as an artist is the hardest 'cause regardless of your feelings gotta finish what you started
Being in love can be distracting when your heart is always calling
Gotta move to Brooklyn, or Manhattan where it's happening, straight up
She still in college I can't waste that time with her
Cause shit could pop off any day she leave me anyway and still it's back to me and my niggas
So now I'm grinding overtime
I want it all because I know it's mine (know it's mine)
Nigga's drive done went to overdrive, failures set to override, rappers better fall in line
I'm temporary in this factory, a visionary, boy, I'm working for what's 'bout to be
Got a lot that's on its way like that shit right in front of me
Made me go to college look what all that s*** has done to me
I'm bout to be, free
Oooh, I was making 10 an hour on the factory line
Oooh, I always knew I'd make it out it in a matter of time
(I'm bout to be free)
Von Graves - Factory Line Lyrics
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I think they tryna take my soul from me
So much talent but this world got a hold on me (I'm a genius)
I'm clocking in every morning, these weekly checks hella weak man I can't get out on the weekends
Yet never felt so secure, invested time in my mind be broke but still don't feel poor
But I be asking the lord to give me more
Give me more 'cause working feels like a chore
So it's Monday and I'm up at 5 in that warehouse working way out, that boy on the grind
Called back home and heard my parents split up
I was traumatized then I put on daddy's shoes and wiped my momma eyes
I never seen my father cry, cause we soldiers ain't no weeping 'less they're battle cries
Desert Eagles threaten suicide
His depression kicked in overdrive he's immortalized
I can't let my father die patience Pop I'm on the rise Happiness begins within the mind
I found forever in this music, now the world is mine
But I know I ain't the only one rappers out here taking shit for granted like we owe them something
Listen to my Spotify I can show you something hop the 4 train and bang it on your way to work
Rather be without a job
But can't be out here broke, I bought a O to sell but really it's for me to smoke
Oooh, I was making 10 an hour on the factory line
Oooh, I always knew I'd make it out it in a matter of time
(I'm bout to be free)
I don't think she love me 'cause when I'm working I be hardly thinking of her
Now her mama starting to say that she ain't for me
She probably right but it ain't time to let her know
Not while these other niggas tryna take her from me, dawg
I'm a dog I ain't ever letting go until that time don't make the situation ugly
I get vicious like its' out of my control
To struggle as an artist is the hardest 'cause regardless of your feelings gotta finish what you started
Being in love can be distracting when your heart is always calling
Gotta move to Brooklyn, or Manhattan where it's happening, straight up
She still in college I can't waste that time with her
Cause shit could pop off any day she leave me anyway and still it's back to me and my niggas
So now I'm grinding overtime
I want it all because I know it's mine (know it's mine)
Nigga's drive done went to overdrive, failures set to override, rappers better fall in line
I'm temporary in this factory, a visionary, boy, I'm working for what's 'bout to be
Got a lot that's on its way like that shit right in front of me
Made me go to college look what all that s*** has done to me
I'm bout to be, free
Oooh, I was making 10 an hour on the factory line
Oooh, I always knew I'd make it out it in a matter of time
(I'm bout to be free)
So much talent but this world got a hold on me (I'm a genius)
I'm clocking in every morning, these weekly checks hella weak man I can't get out on the weekends
Yet never felt so secure, invested time in my mind be broke but still don't feel poor
But I be asking the lord to give me more
Give me more 'cause working feels like a chore
So it's Monday and I'm up at 5 in that warehouse working way out, that boy on the grind
Called back home and heard my parents split up
I was traumatized then I put on daddy's shoes and wiped my momma eyes
I never seen my father cry, cause we soldiers ain't no weeping 'less they're battle cries
Desert Eagles threaten suicide
His depression kicked in overdrive he's immortalized
I can't let my father die patience Pop I'm on the rise Happiness begins within the mind
I found forever in this music, now the world is mine
But I know I ain't the only one rappers out here taking shit for granted like we owe them something
Listen to my Spotify I can show you something hop the 4 train and bang it on your way to work
Rather be without a job
But can't be out here broke, I bought a O to sell but really it's for me to smoke
Oooh, I was making 10 an hour on the factory line
Oooh, I always knew I'd make it out it in a matter of time
(I'm bout to be free)
I don't think she love me 'cause when I'm working I be hardly thinking of her
Now her mama starting to say that she ain't for me
She probably right but it ain't time to let her know
Not while these other niggas tryna take her from me, dawg
I'm a dog I ain't ever letting go until that time don't make the situation ugly
I get vicious like its' out of my control
To struggle as an artist is the hardest 'cause regardless of your feelings gotta finish what you started
Being in love can be distracting when your heart is always calling
Gotta move to Brooklyn, or Manhattan where it's happening, straight up
She still in college I can't waste that time with her
Cause shit could pop off any day she leave me anyway and still it's back to me and my niggas
So now I'm grinding overtime
I want it all because I know it's mine (know it's mine)
Nigga's drive done went to overdrive, failures set to override, rappers better fall in line
I'm temporary in this factory, a visionary, boy, I'm working for what's 'bout to be
Got a lot that's on its way like that shit right in front of me
Made me go to college look what all that s*** has done to me
I'm bout to be, free
Oooh, I was making 10 an hour on the factory line
Oooh, I always knew I'd make it out it in a matter of time
(I'm bout to be free)
Writer: Christian Graves
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