Shad Daron - Slave Workin Lyrics

Aye
A dozen roses for you
I was chosen for you
Wicked ways
And good days
I exposed em to you
Forever going hard
I can't help I'm scarred
You let me figure things out
And you just played ya part
They don't make em like you
I can't wait to ice you
Let's go to Paris
Tour the city
And kiss in the Eiffel
It's gone get greater later
I'm plotting on some acres
Opportunity rarely came
So it made us takers
Aye
Grind for better days
Adapted better ways
Learned to strategize plans
And made better plays
From nothing made ways
Now he making waves
He thought he got led right but he got led astray
The Black Panther gone
The culture crying tears
They'll kill everything we got
Because we pioneers
I feel like you should do everything
That the mind fears
I had to find a peace of mind
I pray he find his
It's deeper than the surface
You got a bigger purpose
The devil flaming up
They burning down church's
380 in my momma purse
And she know how to work it
They'll call you a lame
Cause you on yo job working
He down bad hurting
But life ain't never perfect
Broken bond with brothers
Still on that wave surfing
Scared to pick the phone up
They on yo page lurking
Microphone therapy
I'm like a slave working
Microphone therapy
I'm like a slave working

Aye
A dozen roses for you
I was chosen for you
Wicked ways
And good days
I exposed em to you
Forever going hard
I can't help I'm scarred
You let me figure things out
And you just played ya part
They don't make em like you
I can't wait to ice you
Let's go to Paris
Tour the city
And kiss in the Eiffel
It's gone get greater later
I'm plotting on some acres
Opportunity rarely came
So it made us takers
Aye
Grind for better days
Adapted better ways
Learned to strategize plans
And made better plays
From nothing made ways
Now he making waves
He thought he got led right but he got led astray
The Black Panther gone
The culture crying tears
They'll kill everything we got
Because we pioneers
I feel like you should do everything
That the mind fears
I had to find a peace of mind
I pray he find his
It's deeper than the surface
You got a bigger purpose
The devil flaming up
They burning down church's
380 in my momma purse
And she know how to work it
They'll call you a lame
Cause you on yo job working
He down bad hurting
But life ain't never perfect
Broken bond with brothers
Still on that wave surfing
Scared to pick the phone up
They on yo page lurking
Microphone therapy
I'm like a slave working
Microphone therapy
I'm like a slave working