Walk a mile in these Louboutins But they don't wear these shits where I'm from I'm not hating, I'm just telling you... I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through... Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt Sugar cane, back lanes Three jobs took years to save But I got a ticket on that plane People got a lot to say... But don't know shit about where I was made Or how many floors that I had to scrub Just to make it past where I am from No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami (sixteen in the middle of Miami, Miami...) 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... Now get this work... Now get this work... Now get this work... Working on my shit Work, work, work, work Yea you know I got that soul I'm just watching Iggy pop Don't stop it girl, you rock 'n' roll All she say is "buy me clothes" She don't want my time, she want the snort and my reply is nose (achoo!) I wonder, DC where I come from Please believe I don't leave the scene but they gon' fiend for me, down under SB, my youngins Cobain, my soldier Then Iggy called about the city, darling it's a Dundee like Paul Hogan Hold up, they gon' play this for real... Hold up, I ain't playing with this here... Know what? I could skate with your chick Nigga I caught her, you Foster, like "Australian for Beer" Hold up, niggas start the show when he show up With a lot of whores in that tour bus Yet I'm still feeling myself, like Goldust Better roll out, relax, and bring roll up Better dress warm when that flow out It's beyond something that y'all know about Folarin the God, ho work out You don't know the half This shit get real Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins What you call that? Head over heels No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami (sixteen in the middle of Miami, Miami...) 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 Pledge allegiance to the struggle Ain't been easy But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle Bags is all we had Do anything for my Mama, I love you One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice That ya managed to muscle Sixteen, you sent me through customs so All aboard my spaceship to Mercury Turn First at the light that's in front me Cause every night I'mma do it like it's my last This dream is all that I need Cause its all that I ever had Now get this work... Now get this work... Now get this work... Now get this work... Working on my shit Now get this work... Now get this work... Now get this work... Now get this work... Working on my shit