Light Work - Sincerely Collins, Jarren Benton, Rittz

Oh, I see they mad, I see they mad at me

The jealousy is such a tragedy

I got a feeling that they after me

Cause I’m it, boy, but I swear to God, this ain’t shit, boy

It’s just light work

It’s just light work

Light work

Light work

Uh, I feel like I hit the lotto, my hollow, the unsung hero, he know

Zero tolerance to the bullshit, niggas think they cool as shit, full of shit

Don’t make me pull a trigger on him

They don’t want a real nigga on him

Actually let me take that back

Cause it’s always the fakest nigga in the room that be like

«Ayo, I’m a real nigga, man»

The fabric you come from is tragic

I’m not accustomed to the wackness

I’m a blood sucking savage

No loving marriage

Y’all niggas just fucking average

Grade A copy, cuttin' them bitches

They say Collins' shit is just different

This shit exactly what we been missing

This shit exactly what I envisioned

It’s just light work, your shit might work or it might not

And these fuck boys, they gon' fall fast when they hype stop

And I know the dream, like it’s ninety five, I’m Clyde Drexler, nigga

I got a bad bitch and I kill that pussy, like I’m Dexter, nigga

Yeah, that’s me, that undersleeping underdog that’s underpayed

But I be working everyday to get rid of these hunger pains

Freefalling, that’s your career, just a freefall

See, my flow cold and my buzz hot, I’m on de-thaw

Sincerely…

Oh, I see they mad, I see they mad at me

The jealousy is such a tragedy

I got a feeling that they after me

Cause I’m it, boy, but I swear to God, this ain’t shit, boy

It’s just light work

It’s just light work

Light work

Light work

I might hurt some feelings but fuck it, killin' the mic is light work

My rhymes are fight words

Suicide bomber when I’m on a cypher

You a Titanic, about to collide with an iceberg

If the sky is the limit, I’m supplying the fireworks

Grand finale and ain’t nobody smiling, I wipe smirks

Off motherfuckers' faces that be hating and I urge

My fans to do the same shit

Lame shit, talking, tell em they hardest rap ain’t fucking with my worst

Fuck following trends, I done decided to divert

Rappers blending in like Waldo inside of a striped shirt

Nothing standing out about them, same old shit as the others

They make me sick to my stomach and I feel like I might purge

Meanwhile I’m fly as hell sitting on my perch

My Chrysler 300 reeking just like purp

Got pulled over, searched, my girl done threw the cigarillo

I was drinking Crown, she had a gin and limoncello

They let us go and didn’t find the Xanny bars

I had 100 of em in my underwear, I sell em for the L O

My homie robbed them off of Migos out in Monticello

Had to pistol whip him, homie started swinging like Canelo

Alvarez, I’m the best, unoppressed, competition don’t exist

People will tell you Jonny Valiant is out of his mind

You talentless pile of shit, stylin' long hair hangin'

I don’t play no Ibanez

, Rittz is back

Serving these motherfuckers like I been in a tennis match

Diving inside a pool of money, come and swim a lap

I’m gonna multiply a bundle while you fend for scraps

Why you so tense?

Relax, ho what you saying on your twitter man

Just making me think you want to hear the ginger snap

Swag rappers busy thumbing through the vintage racks

I’m getting money and it gets them mad

But let me at em cause it’s light work

Oh, I see they mad, I see they mad at me

The jealousy is such a tragedy

I got a feeling that they after me

Cause I’m it, boy, but I swear to God, this ain’t shit, boy

It’s just light work

It’s just light work

Light work

Light work

Yeah, nigga this light work

I’m 'bout to go berzerk, make the mic hurt

Fuck the world, I don’t like earth

This Mac-10 will put a hole in his white shirt

On some pimp shit, draped in white fur

I got a white ho that look like Pamela Anderson

She blow me in the back of an ambulance, bumping Marilyn Manson

I came from an era when niggas did crack and heroin

Up in the Netherlands, I get more head than Evelyn Lozada

I don’t fuck with pigs, bitch I tell them I know nada

Hasta manana, I just wanna day to put my cock inside Rihanna

Been sleeping on the god all day, they in pajamas

Dodging these piranhas, party out in Ghana, smoking marijuana

I can feel em watching, know the enemies amongst us

I know I’m a monster, I just bought my son a Tonka

Truck, I still hit a bitch in front his mama

Yeah, someone get him a Kit-Kat

Click clack, pat pat

Bitch nigga get back

Might slap a fag with my kids in Six Flags

Don’t smoke blunts, bitch, I roll zig-zags

Loud ass colors in my kicks like RiFF RAFF

Fuck swag, come up in this bitch so mismatched

Fuck the police, dispatch you get that?

Been at it all day, someone crack a six pack

Yeah, I don’t like her, I one night her, and you wife her

A nigga paid in full like Mekhi Phifer

Shitting on these rappers, guess I’m gon' need a diaper

On more pharmaceuticals than Pfizer

I know I need help can someone call Kaiser

This is Jacob’s ladder, you motherfuckers don’t matter

This vodka damaging my bladder, I’m bout to eat me a rapper

That’s light work