Correction Lyrics Im Workin by Giggs

Featuring(s) : Jorja Smith

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[Giggs]
Ah, yeah
Yeah (Ah)

[Giggs]
Yeah, so alone
Break a window when you throw a stone
Dogs roam when you throw a bone
Different, boss flow with a lower tone
(Yeah) They're wishin' me, wishin' me bad
Dissin' me, say I'm this and I'm that
Sick of me, but I just look in the bag and it tickles me (Ha-ha)
Yeah, let's laugh at 'em
Yeah, nigga, this is our pattern
Dance for it [?], throwin darts at 'em
Our planet, this is our Saturn
Goddamn, I'm a G.O.A.T
I'll be damned if I do and I'll be damned if I don't
Banged up on you, then got a gram and a smoke
All the handles of [?] and wash his hands off the soap

I'm not tryna prove mysеlf again
I've shown both my hands, there's nothing lеft and
I'd be runnin' miles, tryin' to please them
Still I'm doin' miles in this new whip
People want to say that I've been lackin'
Talk your shit online, but not in person
The only time I hide behind a curtain's
When I'm on the stage because I'm workin'
I'll be damned if I do and I'll be damned if I care
Or even try and care, too
The snakes giving out the biggest hugs are poisonous, too
I choke you on your words and spin them on my next record, boo
Writin' captions, not hits, all the sort that you do
It's eye for an eye, I swear to God, I thought that you knew
This last supper has me hanging out with Judas and crew
At least they said the thank yous when I paid for the bill

[Giggs]
Yeah, so advanced
There's less chance when you swim with sharks
The best part's when I'm in a trance
Blowin' [?] when I'm in the bath
My blessed heart's always in the art
It just assholes ain't in your ass
I just can't get that out my head
Yeah, I just can't put that in the past
Levelin', nigga's a snake, severed him
Biggest debate over melanin
Yeah, that nigga's a bitch, feminine (Ha-ha)
They're really slackers (Slackers)
First they backin' niggas then attack us
First it's pull us over, then harass us (Yeah)
First they lure us and then they trap us (Yeah)
Wanna ruin man and then they wrap us
What you doin', fam? You movin' crackers
Niggas tired and they movin', knackered
Yeah, I'm tired, absolutely shattered
(Yeah) Yeah, I pick up the fix
Niggas lyin', but I don't want a fist up the ribs
Yeah, I'm flyin' out, I just wanna pick up the jibs
Quickly flyin' back 'cause I gotta pick up the kids
Talkin' old school, then man used to stick up the cribs
Gunshot, talkin' 'bout a fist up with Giggs
Early, when man used to diss up the pigs
Niggas babies and they need to pick up the bibs (Yeah)
Send me through your talks
Where's the contract? Penny for your thought
Let me do my dance (Yeah)
You ain't got any sauce
Goddamn, I'ma run it
I'll be damned if I don't and I'll be damned when I done it
Strangled in you and quickly banged in the stomach
Got the mandem with me and they're the maddest and dumbest

I'm not tryna prove myself again
I've shown both my hands, there's nothing left and
I'd be runnin' miles, tryin' to please them
Still I'm doin' miles in this new whip
People want to say that I've been lackin'
Talk your shit online, but not in person
The only time I hide behind a curtain's
When I'm on the stage because I'm workin'
I'll be damned if I do and I'll be damned if I care
Or even try and care, too
The snakes giving out the biggest hugs are poisonous, too
I choke you on your words and spin them on my next record, boo
Writin' captions, not hits, all the sort that you do
It's eye for an eye, I swear to God, I thought that you knew
This last supper has me hanging out with Judas and crew
At least they said the thank yous when I paid for the bill

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