"Working Class"

Prod. Dreyy Did This Lyrics: I got working class I'm breaking out my membrane, I'm going insane I don't give my pen a break, I'm running out of ink This is the wrong feral animal to try and tame I got more enemies than the lead character of the game Why am I still having growing pains this late I guess it's cause so many are standing in the way And I'm hitting the weights, no breaks I'm firing on every cylinder, don't get in the whey Eating my veggies, I've been filling my brain And lots of that chicken, I've been getting my protein I'm staying in my lane but I'm pushing 88 No time to slow down, I've been pushing the gates Stiletto in my pocket if it's getting kinda late I got a 9 in my waist but I'm showing restraint Let's put something in the air, some of that sticky paste I love me a leaf but I'm stuck on the vapes I got working class x 2 Layering my chains, I'm developing my style now It's like I got it all, I just need a little meow meow I need a real eater, somebody that's gon chow down Is that you baby, I need it now I don't need an Audemars to be worth a million bucks But I'll make you feel like it, if you want some This is me in real life, I ain't some dumb dumb Baby keep it real with me, that's all I want hun Keep it a hun, you might be in luck Yea, I love all women down to the huts Out of the scrum and the slums Eating kiwis, blackberries, and plums Yea, she don't move fast but she runs I can only pray that I can keep up Middle finger to the hating ass bums Everybody say 'yum' when they see us embrace Everybody say 'yuck' when they see your face I got working class