Verse 1 I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses you gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz focus it's Quiet Coyote come on let's go kids everybody get together with a study buddy and then talk about then fuck that I don't give Because it's so big and explosive but a lotta people don't live they don't ever get a motive but if you got a goal you gotta hold onto it that what hope is If I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is work is my church and so the studio's the closest I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest don't be so pissed just be focused on your own shit cause we supercalifornialisticsexyandweknowsit/ you're not my biness I go for number one, not a top five finish you can have a chicken pot pie but I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popey's spinach i'm rotweiler pop my collar when I pop my fur you're on my nerves mark my words gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf
Verse 2 Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany honestly, can't you tell I'm working, bitch don't bother me show some modesty, if you're watching me/ a bitch is anybody in my way it's not misogony But if yer blockin me I will soon defeat you build a bridge above you Or I'll tunnel underneath you I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers If I need to I will go right through you and absorb your powers I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear I'll gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years/ I finger bang my fears I'll fucking punch a dragon Even with the himalayas in my way it's gonna happen Waiting doesn't work, and praying may not come through And hoping doesn't work. So I will be the one to (work)