Workin lyrics

[Chorus: Skeme]
I swear I don't know who worse
These lame n*ggas or these square b*tches
They both be working my nerves
It's so hard to tell who worse
These lying b*tches or these broke n*ggas
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These sucker n*ggas or these thirsty hoes
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These lame n*ggas or these square b*tches
They both be working my nerves

[Verse 1: Skeme]
Sox Gang n*gga, make the world twist
I'm on the throne and my lap where your girl sit
Talk paper when you talking to the Duke
Any other conversation n*gga I just ain't concerned with
Flow flame, burn haters in the third degree
n*ggas got to be deaf if they ain't heard of me
I've been geeked by the week no sleep, no complaints out of me
Young Skeme well oiled machine
Keep a b*tch in the back, a hoe in the front
One blowing me down the other blowing me up
I got a forty tucked, that's a forty to bust
Hardly missing, even if you duck a forty up
I'm from Inglewood, they already know what's up
Off-brand n*ggas talk sound foreign to us
Get your lady, why the b*tch keep blowing me up
And you treat her like a queen but she be hoeing with us
Duke!
[Chorus: Skeme]
I swear I don't know who worse
These lame n*ggas or these square b*tches
They both be working my nerves
It's so hard to tell who worse
These lying b*tches or these broke n*ggas
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These sucker n*ggas or these thirsty hoes
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These lame n*ggas or these square b*tches
They both be working my nerves

[Verse 2: Donny Loc]
All these broke n*ggas get on my nerves
And you gullible b*tches believing everything you heard
Real n*ggas like myself get everything we deserve
Better learn n*gga, we gon' burn n*gga on this private reserve
And I'm a earn my respect, all my haters gonna remain wack
If I don't got it, the big homie stay strapped
Fame can't change a n*gga lane cause I'm laidback
Real hood n*gga caught fades by the train tracks
Why you steady f*cking with me like you want some?
But none of you n*ggas know what I come from
Homies locked up, dead gone keep my head strong
Breaking from the feds, that sh*t be looking like fun run
Stayed down, I ain't dealing with the same clowns
I've been out hear trying to make it happen since the playground
Yeah my n*gga Skeme hit me with a scheme and we hit the scene
From the bottom, it ain't sh*t you can say now
[Chorus: Skeme]
I swear I don't know who worse
These lame n*ggas or these square b*tches
They both be working my nerves
It's so hard to tell who worse
These lying b*tches or these broke n*ggas
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These sucker n*ggas or these thirsty hoes
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These lame n*ggas or these square b*tches
They both be working my nerves

[Verse 3: Skeme & Donny Loc]
And that's real sh*t, you a simp if you don't relate
In the state pimping hoes and that's word to a skank
At a bank see a b*tch with a purse, I'm a snatch it
Unattach your b*tch, ways to make it happen
Presidential rollie got me plotting about the White House
Every time I drop a new flow rappers take a bite out
Lately I've been shining, n*ggas want to turn my light out
But the loaded FN in, wipe any problem right out
Woah!
n*ggas coming up from below
Got a fat stack, I'm a class act with the flow
Got a black mat, n*gga better act like he know
I don't trap sh*t but the sack fact for the whole hood
Gotta get it unapologetic by my methods
Murder be my profession that be on and off the record
Me? I'm one of the illest that came up my section
Only rappers I be feeling can test me are peacefully resting
Hol' up