Whoa, until they work real hard Whoa, until they work real hard For being proud of their success Until they work real hard Means everything to me Being the very best, oh Oh, but can't you see? Until they work real hard Uh, I was supposed to have it all by twenty-five Been figured out the call that's been all my life Big pimping, I'm the boy with the fly wife Six figures just to ball in a high rise Big boss dog, what's a nine-to-five? Whip flossed up, where do I sign? Name your favorite fine wine baby I'm buying Every place I'm flying, all over your timeline Losing ground, focus on my sky miles Only thing flying is the time, huh? Man Twenty-five turned to thirty-five And taught me releasing hella classics ain't a sturdy job If they don't see my worth, is you still a worthy God? If I knew it wouldn't work out, would I still work this hard? (Until they work real hard) Memories of my dreams rolling down my cheek, I taste 'em So it's salt every time I speak, I'm wasting All these thoughts, tryna find my peak, I'm chasing Windy nightmares down my street, I'm Jason When did nightmares climb out my sleep and place Themselves in my face to replace themselves? I'd hate to sell you pipe dreams, rather be blunt All my searching for worth and working was a fallacy, huh? The cookie crumbled, and silly me, I got mad at the crumbs Anything to deflect from the fact I'm mad at the sun That's arrogant, huh, to think that He'd be bad at his job Of planning results, wished I lived in a mansion or something God, I work real hard (Until they work real hard) Yeah (Until they work real hard For being proud of their success) Uh He made the heavens and the earth He told the dirt to breathe then He gave it work until the seventh Then he rested, but I'm restless, steady wrestling Triple H, holy holy holy, work was best when It wasn't so attached to identity, the portrait The trinity and corporate report, it's not a spirit I'm tired of feeling, if I don't get it This girl world stop spinning, the clock ticking, I'm working to death I'm clocked out, I'm shooting shots, got boxed out You pot mouth, he cursed ground, you dig it, don't you? You feel naked without success, too many fix to flaunt you Won't take it when you go, this ghost money haunt you This ghost money haunt you (Oh, until they work real hard For being proud of their success Oh, until they work real hard Means everything to me Indeed the very best Oh)