Work Song

[Verse 1] They trying to build a prison for you and me to live in Increase drug laws while they lying to our children Jeezy tell the kids they should trap or die I'm gonna tell them what to do when they get trapped alive Minor drug offences get you numbers like slots Want you to snitch so they can hit the jackpot Rappers make it sound good [?] But they don't tell you bout the rock with the [?] The real Rick Ross sold work for the feds Used to get fronted work, my man wanted his bread Back in 2000 and niggas still poor Matter fact crack ain't even poppin' no more Now your best bet is fucking with the trees Don't slang for what you want, slang for what you need A-Town niggas talking bout they flipping keys Detroit run Atlanta nigga ask Big Meech [Verse 2] Niggas in my city always talking bout the bag Never sold crack, just the crack of their ass Flip more stones than a fucking archaeologist Smart like scholarships to two colleges Skipped class had to quench my thirst Now i'm jumping fiends who ain't pay me on the first Rocks in my socks, jeans [?] Remember having dreams I ain't never coming home Lost in the streets can't find my way Hit [?] Getting paid while my ho's kiss J's Niggas in the streets know Brown don't play Competition snitchin', hood caught me pitchin' Now i'm in the Coney, cooking in the kitchen Year later back home no time Only thing I know is going back to the pot