Hard Work

Stig Of The Dump

[ VERSE 1 ]

I can turn my hand to any style I want depending on what vibe I’m on

Love, peace and happiness to bang him with an iron rod

Whiney little emo to an ego like “I’m a god”

And I could make a pile of gwop, fuck it I just pied it off

Cause I refuse to compromise my lot just for the sterling

I’m me for every penny of the pounds that I’ve been earning

One thing that’s for certain, I’ll keep the fire burning

And stay true to myself until I face the final curtain

I’ve been working like a dog, forgive me if I bark a bit

I don’t give a toss if you’re a badman when your bars are shit

Fuck a major label if they don’t know how to market this

The living definition of what an independent artist is

So bump your system loud

Turn the music up, I’ve come to burn the system down

Keep your ice and chains, I ain’t come to piss about

This a different sound, I’ll kill it til the industry is disembowelled

[ VERSE 2 ]

Time to get the money in

Style’s raw enough to make your eyes water like an onion

Tell the truth, I ain’t tryna be a funny en

Bring the greatest of all time and I’m a curry him

I’ve build a brand from the ground up

I’ve been broke, now I’m tryna get the pounds up

For now the whole brow stays frowned up

Until I see the figures in my bank account mount up

Grinding like a cokehead’s teeth

Bars are intricately woven, so the flow gets peak

I want paying but ain’t making no processed cheese

I ain’t tryna write a track about a Rolex Sweep

Peep – it gets deep without an aqualung

So there’s passion in the bars when I’m rapping ’em

I syncopate the war cry to the banging drum

Can in hand, mastering my art like Alex Young

[ VERSE 3 ]

I work twice as hard as the next guy

On the hustle til the second that the cheque’s signed

I don’t belive that I can settle in my next life

You’re only here once, you know and homie, I’ma get mine

But I ain’t all about the peso

I don’t play thug with the right amount of J-Lo

Bills still come in by the day so

I’m want ’em studying my quotes like Plato

Cause courage is knowing what not to fear

So if ya think that I’m shook of the tough act you’re on the gear

This ain’t a pop track talking ’bout (It’s hot in here)

I’m tryna make the rent off the realness they wanna hear

Cause I’ve had drama in my life and it ain’t over yet

But it made me who I am, so like the ink suggests, ‘No Regrets’

If youre here to stack some chips, that’s some shit I won’t respect

My bars are born from moments where the rhythm and my soul connect

[ OUTRO ]

I work hard, it’s hard work

When you’re tryna put the art first

But I admit that I’m in love with the music

I’m just sick of seeing suckers abuse it

That’s why

I work hard, it’s hard work

When you’re tryna put the art first

I admit I’m still in love with the music

I’m just sick of seeing suckers abuse it

(That’s true shit)