Never Work - YBN LIL BRO

I'll never work for free No I can't give up It never belongs to me I'll never work for free Like an incantation I've been repeating Looking back from the outer edge I'm still the same Looking back from the outer edge I've changed my name Just to stay the same Just to stay the same Fell in love with the traveling man I'll make him mine Do whatever I can Fell in love with the traveling man I'll make him mine Do whatever I can Got me looking for love Got me looking for love Little sympathy Cause a long way back never comes easily Even a young girl knows That the first sign of love falls flat right where the cold wind blows A single syllable contains my history Never know what word could mean so much to me Fell in love with the traveling man I'll make him mine Do whatever I can Fell in love with the traveling man I'll make him mine Do whatever I can Touching me with such sweet blindness Hiding where our past can't find us Need to find you another door Oh baby I need more I can't live on metaphors Oh baby I need more Fell in love with the traveling man Gonna make you mine Do whatever I can Fell in love with the traveling man Gonna make him mine Do whatever I can You got me looking for love You got me looking for love

A girl's work is never done You boys think we are having fun Mopping and sweeping up the floor Uh oh, the salesmen's at the door Never done, never done A girl's work is never done Wash up the windows and the blinds Aw, heck, the rain, a waste of time And now the kids are home from school They're tracking mud from room to room You think it's fun, it's never done A girl's work is never done And now my father's home from work With fifteen hundred dirty shirts You think he'd help me clean the house He says he's tired and knocked out (Yeah, man, I'm beat) While I cook, he reads a book A girl's work is never done My baby brother's now in bed Lullaby and goodnight I need an aspririn for my head There in the living room, Pop sleeps That means the dog I've got to feed Never done, never done A girl's work is never done A girl's work is never done A girl's work is never done A girl's work is never done A girl's work is never done

To the crooks in the corner tryna ball for a livin And to the realist who aint got no limits I set it off fool either you're ours or against us We the type avoiding all the scandalous intentions No swag i made a class of my own Its 4: 20 nahmean yeah im up in my zone cuz No man decides my fat

Ride, I used to jump my horse and ride I had a six gun at my side I was so handsome, women cried And I got shot but never died I could play, if I do every thing he'd say Girls just seem to get in his way Those days we weren't considered fun A cowboy's work is never done He'd fight crime all the time He'd always win, Till his mom would break it up And call him in He was tough he was hard But he was kind But he was love, cause guys like him Were hard to find Ride, I like to ride again some day I think I still know how to play I'd play games now but it's not fun A cowboy's work is never done.

That's Chucks Lil bro, the roads ain't for you What you wanna be when you're older? Cee, I wanna be a drug dealer Go country and build a phone up Lil bro, you must be jokin' How many people in the can turned culprit? School ain't for me Yeah, I hear that, but hold it, just don't lose focus "You must have a dream or somethin'?" He just shrugged his shoulders Mumzy's broke, you know this So I soon go O for the olders Like Cench, put man on I wanna get Ps like you, like yeah, I'm involved I don't mind flyin' on- You're a young boy, everything glitter and gold For this life I lived, the chance is slim to make it rich Slept in the bando days on end, and it weren't the way to live Shortcuts where? Take the stairs, no handouts, no takin' lifts Pics bare broke with peps, KMT like Drake and Giggs Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got misled Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got misled If a man hops out of the ride with a knife same size as your thigh Gotta fear for your life Do you say fake it twice, the violence here gets normalized A lot of the time, it's only rap, but I gotta talk sometimes I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the trap, I just can't glorify it You know what Cench? The fuck do you mean? Fuck your motivational speech I see you shinin', out of the ends When's the last time you been in the streets? You don't even know, I got my bros And when it gets peak, they back my beef And just 'cause you made it and got famous That don't mean that it could be me Bro, watch your tone, you're movin' mad Drop that pry when you chat to man Fuck the street, might frame you in I'll tell you straight and say how it is I'll tell you once, won't say it again So use your brain and take me in Same man that will back your beef Same ones that sends statements in I've seen that shit, shit go left, they'll leave man quick Get some bread, they'll start to scheme Go to jail, they'll beat mans chick I hope shit this make you reconsider the lifestyle that you chose to live Trust, we've all got options, it's London City, not Compton Let's be honest, you could've went college I get that your mumzy's an alcoholic It's been ten years that your pop said holla But trust me dawg, that's no excuse Best use that hunger to your advantage I know that you're smart, but you disregard it I know that you're feel like you're grown already But don't be silly, your life just started Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got misled Look, bro, I know how it gets Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle But you gotta get fed I'm hittin' the road instead I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead I thought the roads was cool as a young boy It's not though, I got misled

I told my big brother we bout to make it out the hood with this one I got us bro (we outta here) Riding downtown, in my momma car (vrrm) Dog in the yard, go ba-ba-ba-bark (roof, roof, roof) Damn her ass fat, so I had to park (damn) Ran outta gas, so it didn't start (aye, fuck) Excuse me, bitch I had to fart I told big bro this gon' make the charts (I swear) He always sad, bih broke his heart (haha) I told him, fuck that bitch, nigga Get some money (nigga get some cheese) I didn't graduate, but I'm not a dummy (okay) If the police catch it, you ain't get it from me (at all) Yeah I just ate, but I'm kinda hungry (hungry) A lot of people hate, but my momma love me (I love ya mama) Why have 1 bitch, when you can have 5 (five) Why have 5 bitches, you can have 9 (nine) I'll give away a bitch, you can have mine (you can go) I need a break from a bitch like it's halftime Blah blah blah blah bitch, get out my ear (come on) Always talking bout some shit I ain't trying to hear it (you hear me) I had to tell big bro, like this my year I'm bout to take off like, when you see a dear Thousand dollar, earrings, you can see my ear (bling) You'll never catch me crying, won't see my tears (at all) You ever hit a bitch that you been trying to hit for years (yup) Finally hit, you feeling like the rookie of the year (hell yeah) First time rapping, and I think I got a hit though (let's go) All I do, is step, on shit, I'm a big toe Chill ass nigga, but yo bitch call me lit though (come on) Damn, I said yo bitch, why she all up on my dick though (haha) Fuck around, and dunk on a nigga, like I'm 6'4 Grandma was a gangsta, but she used to drive a 6 4 Yeah this beat hard, fuck around and have to tick though (aye) Damn this bitch bad, fuck around and make a flick though (aye) When I born, they held me in the air like the lion king Dog say he tripping, in the kitchen, he frying wings (bitch) If I don't make it with this rap shit, Imma try to sing (come on) If I don't like a nigga 'round me, I'm about to swing (Swing on that nigga man) Lil bro