Lost it all it's time to get it back working
World on my shoulders
That shit got my back hurting
Never tried to act perfect
Rather crash out than not get bag
What you mean, my mom and my dad working
I know the path we on gone change with me
Thought I was gone go LeBron James
And go straight to league but instead I had to take back route
What I look like tryna back down,
Play the background, gotta get the bag now
And my niggas got straps now
And they in the streets tryna duck that sound
Bro got three tits on the chopper
It look like something off futurama
Niggas don't want smoke they niggas is hookah mommas
We watched good girls turned to hoochie mommas
Was stealing out the dollar tree, just to have food tomorrow
So what you mean I'm not gone get it?
I'm gone find some business
Or this little piece of mine
Is gonna mind your business lil nigga
Dilla back to work
Yeah
Said I'm back to work
Yeah
You know me I get my thing on
Talk out the side of his neck
He'll get a (bing bong)
My team strong
Trim the fat
I'm a lean mean machine, eating cuisine
Playing Celine Dion
Don't make scenes I'm too clean
My boy since teens gotta thing
With a green beam on it
Call that thing the the green bean
It stay on his side
If you go beef you eat on it
Man against machine
I leave the machine mcflurried
Young goat, everything is curried
I'm holier than though with the verbs and nouns
The words profound
You ain't hear me then
Bet you hear me now
Wasn't near me then
You ain't near me now
Songs I air on until his ear gone
I hope you hear me loud
Mild mannered child
But the shit I seen was wild
Silver on but you know I been the golden child
So I can't stop till it's nothing but gold around
Delacreme you know how it's going down
Young Dilla nigga back to work
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Lost it all it's time to get it back working
World on my shoulders
That shit got my back hurting
Never tried to act perfect
Rather crash out than not get bag
What you mean, my mom and my dad working
I know the path we on gone change with me
Thought I was gone go LeBron James
And go straight to league but instead I had to take back route
What I look like tryna back down,
Play the background, gotta get the bag now
And my niggas got straps now
And they in the streets tryna duck that sound
Bro got three tits on the chopper
It look like something off futurama
Niggas don't want smoke they niggas is hookah mommas
We watched good girls turned to hoochie mommas
Was stealing out the dollar tree, just to have food tomorrow
So what you mean I'm not gone get it?
I'm gone find some business
Or this little piece of mine
Is gonna mind your business lil nigga
Dilla back to work
Yeah
Said I'm back to work
Yeah
You know me I get my thing on
Talk out the side of his neck
He'll get a (bing bong)
My team strong
Trim the fat
I'm a lean mean machine, eating cuisine
Playing Celine Dion
Don't make scenes I'm too clean
My boy since teens gotta thing
With a green beam on it
Call that thing the the green bean
It stay on his side
If you go beef you eat on it
Man against machine
I leave the machine mcflurried
Young goat, everything is curried
I'm holier than though with the verbs and nouns
The words profound
You ain't hear me then
Bet you hear me now
Wasn't near me then
You ain't near me now
Songs I air on until his ear gone
I hope you hear me loud
Mild mannered child
But the shit I seen was wild
Silver on but you know I been the golden child
So I can't stop till it's nothing but gold around
Delacreme you know how it's going down
Young Dilla nigga back to work
World on my shoulders
That shit got my back hurting
Never tried to act perfect
Rather crash out than not get bag
What you mean, my mom and my dad working
I know the path we on gone change with me
Thought I was gone go LeBron James
And go straight to league but instead I had to take back route
What I look like tryna back down,
Play the background, gotta get the bag now
And my niggas got straps now
And they in the streets tryna duck that sound
Bro got three tits on the chopper
It look like something off futurama
Niggas don't want smoke they niggas is hookah mommas
We watched good girls turned to hoochie mommas
Was stealing out the dollar tree, just to have food tomorrow
So what you mean I'm not gone get it?
I'm gone find some business
Or this little piece of mine
Is gonna mind your business lil nigga
Dilla back to work
Yeah
Said I'm back to work
Yeah
You know me I get my thing on
Talk out the side of his neck
He'll get a (bing bong)
My team strong
Trim the fat
I'm a lean mean machine, eating cuisine
Playing Celine Dion
Don't make scenes I'm too clean
My boy since teens gotta thing
With a green beam on it
Call that thing the the green bean
It stay on his side
If you go beef you eat on it
Man against machine
I leave the machine mcflurried
Young goat, everything is curried
I'm holier than though with the verbs and nouns
The words profound
You ain't hear me then
Bet you hear me now
Wasn't near me then
You ain't near me now
Songs I air on until his ear gone
I hope you hear me loud
Mild mannered child
But the shit I seen was wild
Silver on but you know I been the golden child
So I can't stop till it's nothing but gold around
Delacreme you know how it's going down
Young Dilla nigga back to work
Writer: Mueen Adigun
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC