YASIN – Workin (English lyrics)

Intro:
Ah
It is Yasin, man
Stockholm don dada

Verse 1:
YB stands for ‘’Why be like them niggas?’’ I am loco
I am on my two-gun shit
Which YB? Call me the Two-gun kid
If you say loyalty is priceless
You gotta pay the price where I live
I risked it all for my brother
And I know what I’m talking about, I can back what I talk about
Fuck those who hate me, damn, how I hate them
But I understand them, it doesn’t surprise me
It is clear people will hate when I dress in designer
From top to toe
It is believed my pockets abuse anabol
My Glock is passed in the team like a ball in Barcelona, Ey
I will soon move from this hole
Buy a house in the country to drink wine and paint
I said to my friends which is left, ‘’You can raise your glass’’

Chorus:
I don’t get any sleep,
Despite that, I’m workin’
(I jump into the studio, start stirring the pot)
I’ve fallen sometimes, I’m hurtin’
(I usually drink to avoid confronting my feelings)
I’m packing, Glock 30
(Pasta Bolognese, I turn him into minced meat,pah)
It is nothing to get here, nothing to get here
(You better stay in school nigga)
It is nothing to get here, nothing to get here

Verse 2:
How many problems you got? A lot
I’m like 21 Savage
He was just out some month, he is savage
Me and the police, we don’t speak the same language
She said she believes in God, but she plays with demons
I walk with the same boys that I played with in the streets
I offered my YG half a box cocaine
If he can go to two stations and empty a whole mag
Cause every day a nigga try to test me, ah
The prosecutor has no evidence, we are stainless
Were the sun never shines, we are like lamps
It is believed someone have spilled colours on my pants
I was newly discharged my brother took me in to the shop
He told me, ‘’Yasin, shine bright like a diamond’’
(To those who thought I was gone forever)

Chorus:
I don’t get any sleep,
Despite that, I’m workin’
(I jump into the studio, start stirring the pot)
I’ve fallen sometimes, I’m hurtin’
(I usually drink to avoid confronting my feelings)
I’m packing, Glock 30
(Pasta Bolognese, I turn him into minced meat,pah)
It is nothing to get here, nothing to get here
(You better stay in school nigga)
It is nothing to get here, nothing to get here

YASIN – Workin (English lyrics)