Yo yo yo working working we work this we work this working for the work work yo yeah
Yo six in the morning
Hop on my BMX feeling fresh (paperboy)

Distributing people text
Right to the place you're living
That's not the only time that I deliver words with precision

Yes I might argue for the fact that I've got better rhymes
Check the way you handle bars
I'm on freaking pedal bike

I'm ahead I'm the next in line
Duuuh I came to give you somethin' like an STI
Never mind next job yeah kitchen worker

I was flipping verses quicker than burgers
Licking my fingers and serving
While thinking of syllables

Working with different versions of tracks
I wanna rap yo
I'm still putting chicken in buns since

I'm still getting chicks in abundance
Believe I run this dreaming of drumkicks no drumsticks this ain't working properly
But when I got my pen in my hand you ain't the boss of me safe


Back in my home town you don't get stuff for free
Right now I'm gonna take what I'm owed now

Then work all day and week
I got my Education (Education)
My Reputation (My reputation)

Education (Reputation)
Education (oh-oh-oh) Reputation


Ey yo I never gave a %#@! about a wage
I'm glad you made my fees C's
I'll count to one while you think about it mate

One b*tch
Time's up
You must be slow

Now count yourself lucky that I ain't used the faster flow
This is to every single boss that ever asked me to go
Before I got the chance to quit with a sarky tongue

And just so every single one of you !@$(s know
The only job I ever get now starts with blow
You were just a massive moaner like a particular drawing

Putting me through sh*t I'm sure was not within the law if
I say I want my masters it doesn't mean I wanna be your slave
It means I own all my original recordings

My bars were incredibly sick but I was clocking up so many f*cking hours I developed a tick
So it's logical that numbers are history
'Cos at 9 to 5 it's near impossible to come up with 60


Back in my home town you don't get stuff for free
Right now I'm gonna take what I'm owed now

Then work all day and week
I got my Education (Education)
My Reputation (My reputation)

Education (Reputation)
Education (oh-oh-oh) Reputation


Hey hey hey hey hey education and reputation
Yo yo yo


I'm a loose cannon there's no wonder why they fired me
Pass the lighter please I'd like to spark him out
Slap!

What a jerk and last week my grandma didn't die I just didn't wanna work
F*ck off I wanna work and I'm honest and if I'm honest you're not
Jennifer Aniston in "Horrible Bosses" so drop it

Before I drop in with my lyrics like at this rate I won't work at this rate
Suck it have a sick day


The Devil's got the answer but he's got a price though
He started doing deals for it a long time ago
But for reasons beyond my control

Well I was working in a shoeshop selling the wrong type of sole
I still ain't brave enough to try and speak to Satan
But music pays enough to buy weed and trainers

So even if I earn a little bit I don't give a damn
I'm just doing this for kicks like a Rizzle fan

Back in my home town you don't get stuff for free
Right now I'm gonna take what I'm owed now

Then work all day and week
I got my Education (Education)
My Reputation (My reputation)
Education (Reputation)
Education (oh-oh-oh) Reputation