Hours

I got a car
 And a new job
 And new walk and uh...
 Carry me on
 I got a dog
 And a new broad
 And a new song and uh...
 Carry me on
 Carry me on
 Carry me on
 Carry me on and on...
 Carry me on
 Yeah! to the working class around the world.
 Gentlemen, women, boys, and girls...
 We all know it all gets hard...
 Can't make it though without no job...
 White collars, blue collars, black scholars, thunder counters
 Under paid, minimum wage
 Freemasons, top dollars
 Construction hat, suit & ties
 Political, environmental
 They all ask me what I do for a living...
 I work for my light bill
 I work for my gas bill
 I work for my wives still
 I work for my ass still...
 I work...
 These rap skills
 I work for these blunts raps
 I work for my lunch and my naps and my love back
 I work...
 I work...
 The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree...
 If it wasn't here, nuttin really, Where would we be?
 That nigga Blu bout his business
 And positioned with soldiers...
 Couldn't see eye to eye
 If we was shoulder to shoulder
 Cause from the bottom
 I got em up at the top looking up
 Nigga, London to the Dam
 And I'm straight off the block
 Like a running back, get it man, I play with the boss
 I could run it back, simple through the play book, Moss
 'Til the rest of em kill it, I'd rather relive it over
 That nigga Blu bout his business
 He bout to get em a Rover
 Niggas is out here!