My love is, working hard yadadamean?My love is, working hard yadadamean?I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chairMy last album, spent 52 weeks thereAlmost finished with the second, you should be scaredStorms coming you should go inside and prepareNo shortcuts there ain't no cheats thereI brought the whole city out like a street fair, yeahAnd fuck it I'm the coldest white rapper in the gameSince the one with the bleached hairYeah, you love it when I talk shitI get around, yeah I'm on my 2Pac shitI kinda feel there's no girl I could not getI'm not found at the function if it's not litYeah, it's nothin' that no one can tell meI made it here dolo, nobody to help meFrom the Bay, birthplace of the hyphySo bitch come and say to my face you don't like meMy love is, working hard yadadamean?My love is, working hard yadadamean?My love is, working hard yadadamean?My love is, working hard yadadamean?It's like I'm always found where the troubles atDrinking brown shit now I'm off cup of thatYour girl's on me, what's up with that?If I like her all this shit will really take it a double tapHaving visions of fucking an A-list singer, Kardashian, or a JennerBut Ye's got Kim, Tyga swooped up KylieSo there's one left watch me go get herYeah, they tell me calm downFuck that I'm too lit can't calm downI'm so drunk right now I might fall downAnd I don't give a fuck how boring do y'all sound?Yeah, up and down on a WednesdayThen we do the same shit the next dayThe next star out the Bay is EazyYadadamean? for sureYadadamean? for sheezyMy love is, working hard yadadamean?My love is, working hard yadadamean?My love is, working hard yadadamean?My love is, working hard yadadamean?My love is, working hard yadadamean?My love is, working hard yadadamean?