Work(Cavaco chords)

	        
G      Em                            Bm  D  G 
Walk a mile in these Louboutins 
               Em                                 Bm  D  G  G9 
But they don't wear these shits where I'm from 
G                   G9           G       B4   D   G  G9 
I'm not hating, I'm just telling you 
    G                                     G9        G         B4   D 
I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through 

verse 1 

                G         G9     G 
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt 
            G9          G 
Sugar cane, back lanes 
B4                              D 
Three jobs, took years to save 
But I got a ticket on that plane 
G            G9     G 
People got a lot to say 
                    G9                G 
But don't know shit about where I was made 
       B4 
Or how many floors that I had to scrub 
        D 
Just to make it past where I am from 

 


G         G9 G 
No money, no family 
  G9                 G 
16 in the middle of Miami 
B4                     D 
No money, no family 
16 in the middle of Miami 
G         G9 G 
No money, no family 
  G9                 G 
16 in the middle of Miami 
16 in the middle of Miami... 

Hook 

G 

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich 
I've been work work work work working on my shit 
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live 
I've been work work work work working on my shit 
Now get this work (x4) 
Working on my shit 

Verso 2 

G 

You can hate it or love it 
Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting 
Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget 
White chick on that Pac shit 
My passion was ironic 
And my dreams were uncommon 
Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me 
Robbed blind, basically raped me 
Rose through the bullshit like a matador 
Just made me madder and adamant to go at em 
And even the score 
So, I went harder 
Studied the Carters till a deal was offered 
Slept cold on the floor recording 
At 4 in the morning 
And now I'm passin' the bar like a lawyer 
Immigrant, art ignorant 
Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit 
Hate to be inconsiderate 
But the Industry took my innocence 
Too late, now I'm in this bitch! 


G         G9       G 
You don't know the half 
G9            G     B4  D 
This shit get real 
                    G        G9        G 
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins 
G9            G      B4 
What you call that? 
                D 
Head over heels 

Chorus/

verse 3 

G 
Pledge allegiance to the struggle 
Em 
Ain't been easy 
                                     Bm 
But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle 
D 
Bags is all we had 
                G 
Do anything for my Mama, I love you 
    Em 
One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice 
        Bm 
That ya managed to muscle 
   D                                      G 
Sixteen, you sent me through customs so 
              Em                    Bm 
All aboard my spaceship to Mercury 
                  D                          G 
Turn First at the light that's in front me 
                           Em 
Cause every night I'mma do it like it's my last 
           Bm 
This dream is all that I need 
              D 
Cause its all that I ever had 

Endding (2x) 
                       G Em Bm D 
Now get this work (x4) 
Working on my shit...
	        

Written by George Astasio/Amethyst Kelly/Jason Pebworth/Trocon Roberts/Jon Shave/Natalie Sims