Let Me Work Lyrics - G-eazy

Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work 

Beautiful and Damned (Just Blaze) 

It's that motherfucking time again 

Tell my diary what's on my mind again 

Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken 

The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in 

If you told my younger self that this the place you find me in 

I would not believe you, these results are so astonishing 

Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan 

The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the finer things 

That's a quarter million on some tires that I'm driving in 

Pull up the McLaren like that's just some shit to travel in 

Russell Westbrook triple-double averaging 

Most improved player, they don't know what the fuck is happening 

The homies like "You're snappin'" 

My mood's Olympic champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin 

Episode 3 Anakin 

My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him 

You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing like a mannequin 

Why the fuck you panickin'? 

I understand the task at hand 

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Let me work 

What do you know about work? 

Let me work 

I'm talkin' about getting up five days a week 

Brushing ya teeth, washing your ass, 

going into your office and making some old guy rich paid out 

Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work 

That's a motherfucking job 

It's still that muthafuckin' time again 

Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a thing 

Fuck the world that's just the state of mind I'm in 

That's the place you find me in 

Look, ain't nobody live as him 

Million dollar smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah) 

These rappers sneak diss when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on 

But then they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon 

Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on 

But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be dead and gone 

Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, your pass is gone 

My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on 

Study him 'cause he the one that lasted long 

This beat I go assassin on 

I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong 

Treat the studio like a decathlon 

Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on 

Work every night, I go 'til after dawn 

To be the biggest thing in the world, 

I'm not the one to pass up on 

Let me work 

Look, you could be a fuckin' bank teller, you could be a waitress 

Let me work 

Or wash cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique. 

Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else rich 

You're punching that clock. 

You clock in, you clock out, you making that money 

Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work 

How does that work? 

A fucking hater's always looking, tryna search for targets 

If you don't know me, don't speak on me 

Stick to your departments 

While they debate if I'm an urban artist 

Or if I'm merging markets 

All I really know, I'm just working hardest 

And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work regardless 

I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a perfect carcass 

A polarizing artist 

But you could love or hate me 

But try and say I don't pay my dues, fuck off, 

How dumb could they be 

Nobody help to make me 

I did it by my lonely 

Who else did songs with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy? 

You New York Times aristocrats you should just relax 

You miss the facts 

Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to bridge the gaps 

And I'm a legend in my city, they say "His shit slaps" 

Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these plaques 

And bring 'em back to inspire every kid who raps 

I'm Michael Phelps, get out my lane 

I'm swimming different laps 

Yeah 

Let me work 

Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work