Do The Work

[Verse 1]
You scrolling for signs
I was grinding for mine
You want a shortcut
I was stuck in the climb
Talk big in a text
But your feet stay home
You pray for a crown
Duck smoke from the throne
You want a soft life
Off someone else’s scars
I built my own lane
While you wish on stars
You want the blueprint
I’m handing you dirt
Stop trying to read me
And start putting in work (yeah)
[Chorus]
Trying to figure me out
Won’t unlock your purpose
You studying my steps
But skipping all the verses
You watching how I win
Instead of healing what hurts
You want what I got?
Then do the work, do the work (hey!)
Trying to figure me out
Won’t fix what’s under the surface
My story ain’t your map
Your calling ain’t my circus
You staring at my plate
Ignoring your own hunger first
You want what I got?
Then do the work, do the work
[Verse 2]
You think it’s my luck
I call it my scars
You see the highlight
Not the nights in the dark
You quote my captions
I was choking on doubt
You just hear the crowd
I was tuning them out
You love the applause
I love the grind
You chasing their claps
I’m protecting my mind
You think I’m the key?
You don’t see you’re the lock
You waiting on me
While your clock tick-tock (yeah)
[Chorus]
Trying to figure me out
Won’t unlock your purpose
You studying my steps
But skipping all the verses
You watching how I win
Instead of healing what hurts
You want what I got?
Then do the work, do the work (do it)
Trying to figure me out
Won’t fix what’s under the surface
My story ain’t your map
Your calling ain’t my circus
You staring at my plate
Ignoring your own hunger first
You want what I got?
Then do the work, do the work

rap, Hard-hitting trap with crisp hats, booming low-end, and sparse eerie synth stabs; female vocals spitting tight triplet flows in the verses, hook opens into a chant with stacked gang vocals, ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field, beat drops out in spots to spotlight the attitude and punchlines, hip hop