Yo yo yo working working we work this we work this working for the work work yo yeah
Yo six in the morning
Hop on my BMX feeling fresh (paperboy)
Distributing people text
Right to the place you're living
That's not the only time that I deliver words with precision
Yes I might argue for the fact that I've got better rhymes
Check the way you handle bars
I'm on freaking pedal bike
I'm ahead I'm the next in line
Duuuh I came to give you somethin' like an STI
Never mind next job yeah kitchen worker
I was flipping verses quicker than burgers
Licking my fingers and serving
While thinking of syllables
Working with different versions of tracks
I wanna rap yo
I'm still putting chicken in buns since
I'm still getting chicks in abundance
Believe I run this dreaming of drumkicks no drumsticks this ain't working properly
But when I got my pen in my hand you ain't the boss of me safe
Back in my home town you don't get stuff for free
Right now I'm gonna take what I'm owed now
Then work all day and week
I got my Education (Education)
My Reputation (My reputation)
Education (Reputation)
Education (oh-oh-oh) Reputation
Ey yo I never gave a shit about a wage
I'm glad you made my fees C's
I'll count to one while you think about it mate
One bitch
Time's up
You must be slow
Now count yourself lucky that I ain't used the faster flow
This is to every single boss that ever asked me to go
Before I got the chance to quit with a sarky tongue
And just so every single one of you bastards know
The only job I ever get now starts with blow
You were just a massive moaner like a particular drawing
Putting me through shit I'm sure was not within the law if
I say I want my masters it doesn't mean I wanna be your slave
It means I own all my original recordings
My bars were incredibly sick but I was clocking up so many fucking hours I developed a tick
So it's logical that numbers are history
'Cos at 9 to 5 it's near impossible to come up with 60
Back in my home town you don't get stuff for free
Right now I'm gonna take what I'm owed now
Then work all day and week
I got my Education (Education)
My Reputation (My reputation)
Education (Reputation)
Education (oh-oh-oh) Reputation
Hey hey hey hey hey education and reputation
Yo yo yo
I'm a loose cannon there's no wonder why they fired me
Pass the lighter please I'd like to spark him out
Slap!
What a jerk and last week my grandma didn't die I just didn't wanna work
Fuck off I wanna work and I'm honest and if I'm honest you're not
Jennifer Aniston in "Horrible Bosses" so drop it
Before I drop in with my lyrics like at this rate I won't work at this rate
Suck it have a sick day
The Devil's got the answer but he's got a price though
He started doing deals for it a long time ago
But for reasons beyond my control
Well I was working in a shoeshop selling the wrong type of sole
I still ain't brave enough to try and speak to Satan
But music pays enough to buy weed and trainers
So even if I earn a little bit I don't give a damn
I'm just doing this for kicks like a Rizzle fan
Back in my home town you don't get stuff for free
Right now I'm gonna take what I'm owed now
Then work all day and week
I got my Education (Education)
My Reputation (My reputation)
Education (Reputation)
Education (oh-oh-oh) Reputation
