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Timesheet Video (MV)




Performed By: Babin Kharel
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Babin Kharel




Babin Kharel - Timesheet Lyrics
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Self-made, but that's not the news Work pile up, I cannot refuse, I'm lighting a
Fuse gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon
Heat up the room, these rappers are doomed flames start climbing to steep
Smell got me rollin' like Mobb Deep With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve
Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a timesheet
Hundred grand in the back seat as I flow on this road
Lost track of speed, still got nowhere to go privacy reasons, I'm buyin' a home
Businessman here to sell you a stone Ideas that fill up pockets
Money if you need a loan, I'm not askin' for help
Self-made means I get it myself many roads that lead onto wealth
Peace of mind, I pave it myself the work got me rollin' like Mobb Deep
With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a time sheet
Ay, been, cooking up stew and the rhymes heat
New game on the block, sellin heartbeat no chain or a watch, revenue
Til' I buy me a lodge, 30 acres
And a bottle of scotch
Lake where my food is all caught
No debt that is due
Buy all the homes down the block
Finance on lock
Poetry rhymes on a trap beat
Though it ain't nothin' new, my aura exudes
M5 in his shoes for rappers who wanna dispute
I'm rollin' like Mobb Deep with the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve
Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a timesheet
Self-made, but that's not the news Work pile up, I cannot refuse
I'm lighting a fuse
Gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon
Heat up the room, these rappers are doomed
Flames start climbin' too steep
Smell got me rollin' like Mobb Deep
With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a time sheet
Ay, yeah, backrooted by moods to music I'm glued
I'm bringin' out the thug with a groove
Calm and collected, best to respect it
Prayin' for answers, get hit with more lessons
Know where to find me
Back on the road, leavin' paper trails behind me
Dollar bills outweighing my time sheets
Suit made of silk, got a new player on Wall Street
Into the backroads, open the crack doors
Savin' my time fees
And the work got me rollin' like Mobb Deep
With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve
Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a time sheet
Self-made, but that's not the news
Work pile up, I cannot refuse
I'm lighting a fuse
Gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon
Heat up the room, these rappers are doomed
Flames start climbin' too steep
The smell got me rollin' like Mobb Deep
With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve
Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a timesheet
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Self-made, but that's not the news Work pile up, I cannot refuse, I'm lighting a
Fuse gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon
Heat up the room, these rappers are doomed flames start climbing to steep
Smell got me rollin' like Mobb Deep With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve
Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a timesheet
Hundred grand in the back seat as I flow on this road
Lost track of speed, still got nowhere to go privacy reasons, I'm buyin' a home
Businessman here to sell you a stone Ideas that fill up pockets
Money if you need a loan, I'm not askin' for help
Self-made means I get it myself many roads that lead onto wealth
Peace of mind, I pave it myself the work got me rollin' like Mobb Deep
With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a time sheet
Ay, been, cooking up stew and the rhymes heat
New game on the block, sellin heartbeat no chain or a watch, revenue
Til' I buy me a lodge, 30 acres
And a bottle of scotch
Lake where my food is all caught
No debt that is due
Buy all the homes down the block
Finance on lock
Poetry rhymes on a trap beat
Though it ain't nothin' new, my aura exudes
M5 in his shoes for rappers who wanna dispute
I'm rollin' like Mobb Deep with the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve
Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a timesheet
Self-made, but that's not the news Work pile up, I cannot refuse
I'm lighting a fuse
Gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon
Heat up the room, these rappers are doomed
Flames start climbin' too steep
Smell got me rollin' like Mobb Deep
With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a time sheet
Ay, yeah, backrooted by moods to music I'm glued
I'm bringin' out the thug with a groove
Calm and collected, best to respect it
Prayin' for answers, get hit with more lessons
Know where to find me
Back on the road, leavin' paper trails behind me
Dollar bills outweighing my time sheets
Suit made of silk, got a new player on Wall Street
Into the backroads, open the crack doors
Savin' my time fees
And the work got me rollin' like Mobb Deep
With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve
Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a time sheet
Self-made, but that's not the news
Work pile up, I cannot refuse
I'm lighting a fuse
Gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon
Heat up the room, these rappers are doomed
Flames start climbin' too steep
The smell got me rollin' like Mobb Deep
With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve
Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a timesheet
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