Essential Worker lyrics

[Verse 1: Zelooperz]
b*tch came in with Afro, thats eccentric
b*tch, I got a job for you, want to be my apprentice?
I deal with different model tools, I tell you to get in it
First time that I pimped the b*tch, I was so winded
Jesus talking to me upstairs like, "Are you sure?"
These b*tches got a lot from me, they all my whores
Came through off the policies, I been here before
Baby thin like a tripwire, I'm 'bout to watch it blow
Put my finger tip in the air, you know I'm locked and loaded
Can you perform for me? Keep throwin' that ass up
Bounce, accounting, baby girl, 'bout to add it up
Only gave her forty dollars, she don't seem mad as f*ck
Then she got to the crib, now she beggin' me to f*ck
Tell me where your Sketchers is, 'cause you lit as f*ck
Buy a b*tch anything just to put a smile on her face
Ain't trickin' if he got it 'cause I'm still in the race
What's your prerogative? "Don't make me grab the Drac'!"
n*ggas been pus*y since they born, they see it in they face
I can't talk to a pus*y snitch n*gga, affidavits
I don't be too disappointed 'cause that's what yo mama made ya
Make the pus*y stand up, cut a n*gga like a serration

[Verse 2: Matrax]
Been knew n*ggas fake (Aha), twin gone grab the Drac' (Aha)
Rollin' up that pressure (Aha), now it's time to bake (Aha)
Up north with my plug (Aha), on his private lake (Aha)
Boss during COVID, Essential Workers (Aha)
I'm a business merchant (Aha), pack on preorder (Aha)
Half [?] (Aha), Bentley came from burners (Aha)
[Verse 3: E$]
Yeah, me and my dogs, f*ck the system, I love my gang, f*ck your members
Ridin' 'round with an AR with a switch on it, you up the pistol
Give a f*ck about the fame, you can keep the mentions
I had a penthouse in the bay and we shipped them b*tches
I can't relate to my old friends 'cause I'm thinkin' different
If I buy it one time, I could buy it twenty times, no kiddin' (No cap)
And I know they gettin' sick 'cause my bag gettin' bigger
Damn near could retire off how much I made and live off interest
If my opp leakin' on the floor, you know it was my hitman
I don't gotta pay a f*ckin' dolla for you to get sh*t bagged
I really love my family, don't f*ck with mine
My heart is pure, damn sure ain't tellin' lies
FN's and XD's dawg I love the fire
My brother home, he made thirty thousand off a thousand miles
I gotta keep sh*t secret, I don't know none of y'all
Can't mix business with friendships 'cause I got blood involved
And I know my b*tch mad 'cause she not involved
And I ain't 'bout to post no pictures till my brothers home