What It's Worth lyrics

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BLACK MILK lyrics : "What It's Worth"

What it's worth
What it's, what it's worth
Honestly, gotta ask myself

Time and time what I'm working for
Is it worth it, though?
Look, fans ain't realizing when I'm working, though

Keep they pockets filled with stacks
Gotta keep food up in they fridge
Keep my moms out of that trap

Keep my bro up out of that pen
Never had a land in hand, always had to play my part
Play it smart

All that's about is craft
But sometimes survival is getting hard
Yo, this life is bigger than me, feel weighed down by a hundred problems

Got a family on my hands, crown on my head, city on top of my shoulders
$#[email protected] what these niggers say, $#[email protected] what these niggers think
It ain't worth the time

You got fans with they hands in the air
Making sure you're not working a regular job on a regular
You got niggers tryina live they dream

But you got niggers that live the reality, not tryina live above they make
This what, this kinda life I dream
Two shots to the head, two shots till we dead

Just what this kind of life might bring
That's what this kinda night might mean
You clock in or be clocked in, OGs here, no stopping

As long as breath's in my lungs waving white flags ain't never the option
What it's worth
What it's, what it's worth

I see I'm talking and debating about my rating
If I only had one fan ring behind I could never feel underrated
So I hear too many questions about

Why you not working, when the latest out
Never was one, go to another one just to feel validated 'bout
%#@!, I'm doing all amount of work

Tryina give 'em what they asking for
Yeah, I'm built from the borough but I'm not a hero
Hood past with a past pro, hit a toenail, go back to the mold

But it sound like we're raised around criminals just to hear shots outside of the door
Give a $#[email protected] less about shots and subliminals
Let it breathe, let it doze, me and my niggers had dreams

Cashing checks with seven Os
PA, Westside, hop in the truck like let's ride
Mom's looking at the time, hoping that I owe this song, make it back inside

And I did that, live by a code, live for tomorrow
Walk down streets where empty hollows stray 'round broken bottles
I did that, went from one bath and a deck, go wrap on the neck

Double track and the deck, lay it back on cassette
Yeah, yeah, they lived that
What it's worth

What it's, what it's worth

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