🎵 Groundwork // by Bertomac

2 ContributorsGroundwork Lyrics [Intro: Bertomac, blancoBLK] Yeah, Prophet Records, yeah 715 Ritner We out Oh, lord! Mateo, Mateo B3rt0mac Yeah, 715 Yah, yah, yah, yah! [Chorus: Mateo with Bertomac, blancoBLK] Yeah, this that groundwork (Oh lord) This that, this that, you owe me (Oh, oh) I'ma clock that 9 to 5 And get the fuck out of these streets, I Did it, did it, did it by my motherfuckin' self You can't tell me otherwise I need no motherfuckin' help It's that groundwork This that, this that, you owe me I'ma clock that 9 to 5 And get the fuck out of these streets, I Did it, did it, did it By my motherfuckin' self You can't tell me otherwise I need no motherfuckin' help [Verse 1: Mateo, Bertomac] Oh, yeah I been workin' all day As of yet, there's no break in sight I been hustling and providing just to get a hold of what's mine Mother told me to sacrifice She done warned me 'bout this life She said, "If you taking a risk in these streets, you'll never be risk" Nah They don't, they don't get the chance To do exactly what you want to Nah, nah I can, I can make this chance Be the person that you want to I been alive for a very long time I done seen some crazy shit You would think I lost my mind I been alive, and I refuse to call it quits I'll accept it as it is, ain't no one stoppin' this grind Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Mateo with Bertomac] Yeah, this that groundwork This that, this that, you owe me I'ma clock that 9 to 5 And get the fuck out of these streets, I Did it, did it, did it By my motherfuckin' self You can't tell me otherwise I need no motherfuckin' help Yeah, this that groundwork This that, this that, you owe me I'ma clock that 9 to 5 And get the fuck out of these streets, I Did it, did it, did it By my motherfuckin' self You can't tell me otherwise I need no motherfuckin' help [Verse 2: Mateo with Bertomac] Yeah, killa, killa Moe Dee Ride around the block, everybody know me On some shit, they be spreading codeine, know lean Promethazine You ain't about this life, you ain't about the guns You all about the hype (Yeah) Your life is script, you be the talking type You be the one to run the runway, the nine on sight Been around this shit 'bout my whole life Don't talk the talk, my family moving white Be living large, that mean the money right That's ground talk, for that groundwork That half a pound, we gon' make it work Stay up all night serving the earlybirds I nine to five my ass out the dirt (715) I saw my mans be put in a hearse I knew this life can't be the one I serve, oh [Refrain: Mateo, Bertomac] You know, you know who I am Forgive me for my sins (Killa, Killa Moe Dee, yeah, yeah) (Got a bad bitch) Make me a better man, make me a better man (Represent O.D.B.) Make me a better man, oh (715) Oh, no, no, no [Chorus: Mateo with Bertomac, blancoBLK] Yeah, this that groundwork This that, this that, you owe me I'ma clock that 9 to 5 And get the fuck out of these streets, I Did it, did it, did it (Yah, yah, yah!) By my motherfuckin' self You can't tell me otherwise I need no motherfuckin' help (Oh Lord! Oh! Oh!) Yeah, this that groundwork This that, this that, you oweme I'ma clock that 9 to 5 And get the fuck out of these streets, I Did it, did it, did it By my motherfuckin' self You can't tell me otherwise I need no motherfuckin' help This that groundwork [Verse 3: Bertomac] It's the, it's the B-3-R-T-O All ya'll better fucking know that my neck wrapped up in gold I'm just chilling with my niggas and my bitches Yeah I can, I party with my bitches And my bitches bring they friends I been working hard all day And I been drunk as fuck all night Yeah, my niggas trap that white And I swear to God, they'll shoot you up on sight I ain't trippin, nigga, dreams of making six figures Listen, listen Fuck the fake, never too late Chase that cake, cake, cake Yeah, we making moves in this bitch Like we in the womb of some bitch Went from eating tuna and fish To eating Grey Poupon and shit The only problem is, I've fucking had it With you fake faggot rappers always sounding dramatic But never had to struggle, never had to hustle Living in a bubble, nothing but trouble Steel tips to the dome Make ya humble, let it be known 715, a stroke of pure genius Wait 'til you dumbass niggas see this, oh [Refrain: Mateo, Bertomac] Make me a better man, make me a better man (Killa, Killa Moe Dee) Make me a better man, oh, no, no, no 7-1-5 This that groundwork, yeah, yeah This that, this that B-3-R-T-O, let it be known Let it be known This that, this that B-3-R-T-O All you motherfuckers know [Chorus: Mateo] Yeah, this that groundwork (Oh lord) This that, this that, you owe me (Oh, oh) I'm a clock that 9 to 5 And get the fuck out of these streets, I Did it, did it, did it by my motherfuckin' self You can't tell me otherwise I need no motherfuckin' help [Outro: Bertomac] 7-1-5