[Intro: Bertomac, blancoBLK]
Yeah, Prophet Records, yeah
715 Ritner
We out
Oh, lord!
Mateo, Mateo
B3rt0mac
Yeah, 715
Yah, yah, yah, yah!
[Chorus: Mateo with Bertomac, blancoBLK]
Yeah, this that groundwork (Oh lord)
This that, this that, you owe me (Oh, oh)
I'ma clock that 9 to 5
And get the fuck out of these streets, I
Did it, did it, did it by my motherfuckin' self
You can't tell me otherwise
I need no motherfuckin' help
It's that groundwork
This that, this that, you owe me
I'ma clock that 9 to 5
And get the fuck out of these streets, I
Did it, did it, did it
By my motherfuckin' self
You can't tell me otherwise
I need no motherfuckin' help
[Verse 1: Mateo, Bertomac]
Oh, yeah
I been workin' all day
As of yet, there's no break in sight
I been hustling and providing just to get a hold of what's mine
Mother told me to sacrifice
She done warned me 'bout this life
She said, "If you taking a risk in these streets, you'll never be risk"
Nah
They don't, they don't get the chance
To do exactly what you want to
Nah, nah
I can, I can make this chance
Be the person that you want to
I been alive for a very long time
I done seen some crazy shit
You would think I lost my mind
I been alive, and I refuse to call it quits
I'll accept it as it is, ain't no one stoppin' this grind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Mateo with Bertomac]
Yeah, this that groundwork
This that, this that, you owe me
I'ma clock that 9 to 5
And get the fuck out of these streets, I
Did it, did it, did it
By my motherfuckin' self
You can't tell me otherwise
I need no motherfuckin' help
Yeah, this that groundwork
This that, this that, you owe me
I'ma clock that 9 to 5
And get the fuck out of these streets, I
Did it, did it, did it
By my motherfuckin' self
You can't tell me otherwise
I need no motherfuckin' help
[Verse 2: Mateo with Bertomac]
Yeah, killa, killa Moe Dee
Ride around the block, everybody know me
On some shit, they be spreading codeine, know lean
Promethazine
You ain't about this life, you ain't about the guns
You all about the hype (Yeah)
Your life is script, you be the talking type
You be the one to run the runway, the nine on sight
Been around this shit 'bout my whole life
Don't talk the talk, my family moving white
Be living large, that mean the money right
That's ground talk, for that groundwork
That half a pound, we gon' make it work
Stay up all night serving the earlybirds
I nine to five my ass out the dirt (715)
I saw my mans be put in a hearse
I knew this life can't be the one I serve, oh
[Refrain: Mateo, Bertomac]
You know, you know who I am
Forgive me for my sins (Killa, Killa Moe Dee, yeah, yeah)
(Got a bad bitch)
Make me a better man, make me a better man (Represent O.D.B.)
Make me a better man, oh (715)
Oh, no, no, no
[Chorus: Mateo with Bertomac, blancoBLK]
Yeah, this that groundwork
This that, this that, you owe me
I'ma clock that 9 to 5
And get the fuck out of these streets, I
Did it, did it, did it (Yah, yah, yah!)
By my motherfuckin' self
You can't tell me otherwise
I need no motherfuckin' help (Oh Lord! Oh! Oh!)
Yeah, this that groundwork
This that, this that, you oweme
I'ma clock that 9 to 5
And get the fuck out of these streets, I
Did it, did it, did it
By my motherfuckin' self
You can't tell me otherwise
I need no motherfuckin' help
This that groundwork
[Verse 3: Bertomac]
It's the, it's the B-3-R-T-O
All ya'll better fucking know that my neck wrapped up in gold
I'm just chilling with my niggas and my bitches
Yeah I can, I party with my bitches
And my bitches bring they friends
I been working hard all day
And I been drunk as fuck all night
Yeah, my niggas trap that white
And I swear to God, they'll shoot you up on sight
I ain't trippin, nigga, dreams of making six figures
Listen, listen
Fuck the fake, never too late
Chase that cake, cake, cake
Yeah, we making moves in this bitch
Like we in the womb of some bitch
Went from eating tuna and fish
To eating Grey Poupon and shit
The only problem is, I've fucking had it
With you fake faggot rappers always sounding dramatic
But never had to struggle, never had to hustle
Living in a bubble, nothing but trouble
Steel tips to the dome
Make ya humble, let it be known
715, a stroke of pure genius
Wait 'til you dumbass niggas see this, oh
[Refrain: Mateo, Bertomac]
Make me a better man, make me a better man
(Killa, Killa Moe Dee)
Make me a better man, oh, no, no, no
7-1-5
This that groundwork, yeah, yeah
This that, this that B-3-R-T-O, let it be known
Let it be known
This that, this that B-3-R-T-O
All you motherfuckers know
[Chorus: Mateo]
Yeah, this that groundwork (Oh lord)
This that, this that, you owe me (Oh, oh)
I'm a clock that 9 to 5
And get the fuck out of these streets, I
Did it, did it, did it by my motherfuckin' self
You can't tell me otherwise
I need no motherfuckin' help
[Outro: Bertomac]
7-1-5
