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DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh. Numbers. Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy. Man. So tonight, I brought my uncle with me, Black C, RBL Posse. What's up, nephew? Something slight. Something slight. TFM. I'm putting that work. Man. Yeah. I'm putting in that work. Good job. Uh. I'm putting that work. Gotta keep it lit, gotta Keep it lit. Keep going. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it I'm putting In that work. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep It lit. Numbers. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep It lit. I'm bored as fuck, I got nothing To do. Said fuck it, Joe Fresh and hopped In the coupe. It's Monday, my favorite day of The week. Some don't like it, but nigga, Not me. Off to the motherfucking bank. Baby so thick, I can hit it all day. In other words, baby got back. Fresh on the track in my forty compact. Sticking and moving, stacking and cruising. My life is a movie, numbers. I hop out clean, my life is a dream. And always got a bad bitch wondering. You never see me on the fucking media. My bitch booked up like Expedia. Eating, munching, living, run it up. I'm putting that work. Man. Yeah. I'm putting in that work. Good job. Uh. I'm putting in that work. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it lit. Keep going. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it I'm putting in that work. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it lit. Numbers. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep lit. I'm putting work. I've been putting in work since An adolescent. Had some ups and downs, but yet it's been A blessing. 'Bout the chips and the bitch, no, I'm never stressing. She be getting passed around like a smoke session. I get it daily while you get it every Blue moon. I'm getting money, talking numbers like Larry June. Had to get it, wasn't born with A silver spoon. Peep the drip every time I Walk in the room. You niggas hating, I can Look in your faces. I keep bad bitches in foreign places. Every day living, nothing is basic. It's fucking amazing, all this money I'm chasing. Damn, got me doing ninety-five in the fast lane. And never left the block until the cash came. Check the scale, I'm weighed up like a big Boy plate. Lobster tail, A1 with the baseball stave. I'm putting in that work. Man. Yeah. I'm putting in that work. Good job. Uh. I'm putting that work. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it lit. Keep going. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it I'm putting that work. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it lit. Numbers. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it I'm Putting in that work. Gotta keep it lit, gotta Keep it lit. Gotta keep it lit, Gotta keep it lit, yeah. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it lit. Gotta keep it lit, gotta keep it lit, man. Man. Numbers. Ayy, ayy, Ayy,
Larry June, Black C — Organic Work
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