Yo
Yo
Uh
We gone get right into it
N L T D
One trip to the morgue, one bullet in the head
Why do they insist on violence
One ballot or the bullet when I push it to the fullest
In the night when I'm moving in silence
Whether in NY or LA
Know the Chi-Town n***a coming out like Play-doh
Been about dollars and yens and pesos
N***as say they been day one, if you say so
I'm moving their heads, I'm shaking these dreads
Spreading good vibes as I can
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
Til I'm the f*cking man
No time for the he say, or the she say
Swear they put that on replay
And the days amazing got me high and brazen
And I'm tripping on em all if they delay
Shout out to the n***as that ride
Shout out to the beats where the flow coincide
Everyone want a little piece of the pie
But they don't do shit and they don't know why
I'm trying to get to that Louis V, house by the beach
Where the hustles inside of me
And I'm always in demand, 'cuz I hit you with the plan
Cuz I'm always there where I gotta be
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Got hands on the keys, got hands on the pen
So I can write my wrongs
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Hit a little Henny and that shit was strong
But I ain't even know until I wrote this song ah
They wanna know about my style, wanna know about my flow
Wanna know how a n***a be vibing
I just tell em that its pedal to the medal
And the music up loud when ya boy be driving
Whether day time or night grind
You know the turn up real when its all on my dime
And it ain't gone stop, 'til I'm hitting up the spot
And I'm feeling on top, when I shine
Gotta 100 million ways, enjoying my days
Til-'Til I finish it all
Gotta do it for the people, gotta do it for the fam
Gotta do it then-then I can ball
Say he do it for the merch though, and the perks though
Ain't scared of the work flow
'Cuz the end of the tunnel, got em moving all the muscle
And he sit real back with the smirk show
Can't hang with the fools, I'm the average of the 5
Thats why I keep it on point
I'm hitting that Henny, got Dan on the wheel
Rest of my n***as hitting that joint
Gotta play on the off days
Cuz the on days ya boy feeling that hurt
Got me hopping on a plane, tryna get that change
All that cuz I'm putting in work
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Got hands on the keys, got hands on the pen
So I can write my wrongs
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Hit a little Henny and that shit was strong
But I ain't even know until I wrote this song ah
Dom Giavonni - Puttin' in Wrk Lyrics
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Yo
Yo
Uh
We gone get right into it
N L T D
One trip to the morgue, one bullet in the head
Why do they insist on violence
One ballot or the bullet when I push it to the fullest
In the night when I'm moving in silence
Whether in NY or LA
Know the Chi-Town n***a coming out like Play-doh
Been about dollars and yens and pesos
N***as say they been day one, if you say so
I'm moving their heads, I'm shaking these dreads
Spreading good vibes as I can
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
Til I'm the f*cking man
No time for the he say, or the she say
Swear they put that on replay
And the days amazing got me high and brazen
And I'm tripping on em all if they delay
Shout out to the n***as that ride
Shout out to the beats where the flow coincide
Everyone want a little piece of the pie
But they don't do shit and they don't know why
I'm trying to get to that Louis V, house by the beach
Where the hustles inside of me
And I'm always in demand, 'cuz I hit you with the plan
Cuz I'm always there where I gotta be
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Got hands on the keys, got hands on the pen
So I can write my wrongs
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Hit a little Henny and that shit was strong
But I ain't even know until I wrote this song ah
They wanna know about my style, wanna know about my flow
Wanna know how a n***a be vibing
I just tell em that its pedal to the medal
And the music up loud when ya boy be driving
Whether day time or night grind
You know the turn up real when its all on my dime
And it ain't gone stop, 'til I'm hitting up the spot
And I'm feeling on top, when I shine
Gotta 100 million ways, enjoying my days
Til-'Til I finish it all
Gotta do it for the people, gotta do it for the fam
Gotta do it then-then I can ball
Say he do it for the merch though, and the perks though
Ain't scared of the work flow
'Cuz the end of the tunnel, got em moving all the muscle
And he sit real back with the smirk show
Can't hang with the fools, I'm the average of the 5
Thats why I keep it on point
I'm hitting that Henny, got Dan on the wheel
Rest of my n***as hitting that joint
Gotta play on the off days
Cuz the on days ya boy feeling that hurt
Got me hopping on a plane, tryna get that change
All that cuz I'm putting in work
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Got hands on the keys, got hands on the pen
So I can write my wrongs
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Hit a little Henny and that shit was strong
But I ain't even know until I wrote this song ah
Yo
Uh
We gone get right into it
N L T D
One trip to the morgue, one bullet in the head
Why do they insist on violence
One ballot or the bullet when I push it to the fullest
In the night when I'm moving in silence
Whether in NY or LA
Know the Chi-Town n***a coming out like Play-doh
Been about dollars and yens and pesos
N***as say they been day one, if you say so
I'm moving their heads, I'm shaking these dreads
Spreading good vibes as I can
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
Til I'm the f*cking man
No time for the he say, or the she say
Swear they put that on replay
And the days amazing got me high and brazen
And I'm tripping on em all if they delay
Shout out to the n***as that ride
Shout out to the beats where the flow coincide
Everyone want a little piece of the pie
But they don't do shit and they don't know why
I'm trying to get to that Louis V, house by the beach
Where the hustles inside of me
And I'm always in demand, 'cuz I hit you with the plan
Cuz I'm always there where I gotta be
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Got hands on the keys, got hands on the pen
So I can write my wrongs
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Hit a little Henny and that shit was strong
But I ain't even know until I wrote this song ah
They wanna know about my style, wanna know about my flow
Wanna know how a n***a be vibing
I just tell em that its pedal to the medal
And the music up loud when ya boy be driving
Whether day time or night grind
You know the turn up real when its all on my dime
And it ain't gone stop, 'til I'm hitting up the spot
And I'm feeling on top, when I shine
Gotta 100 million ways, enjoying my days
Til-'Til I finish it all
Gotta do it for the people, gotta do it for the fam
Gotta do it then-then I can ball
Say he do it for the merch though, and the perks though
Ain't scared of the work flow
'Cuz the end of the tunnel, got em moving all the muscle
And he sit real back with the smirk show
Can't hang with the fools, I'm the average of the 5
Thats why I keep it on point
I'm hitting that Henny, got Dan on the wheel
Rest of my n***as hitting that joint
Gotta play on the off days
Cuz the on days ya boy feeling that hurt
Got me hopping on a plane, tryna get that change
All that cuz I'm putting in work
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Got hands on the keys, got hands on the pen
So I can write my wrongs
I'm putting in work, got hands in the dirt
So you already know I'm on
Hit a little Henny and that shit was strong
But I ain't even know until I wrote this song ah
Writer: D. Foster
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