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    Walk a mile in these Louboutins
    But they don't wear these shits where I'm from
    I'm not hatin', I'm just tellin' you
    I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through

    Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt, sugar cane, back lanes
    Three jobs, took years to save
    But I got a ticket on that plane
    People got a lot to say, but don't know shit about where I was made
    Or how many floors that I had to scrub just to make it past where I am from

    No money, no family
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami
    No money, no family
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami
    No money, no family
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami

    I've been up all night
    Tryna get that rich
    I've been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit
    Milked the whole game twice
    Gotta get it how I live
    I've been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Workin' on my shit

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    You can hate it or love it
    Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trustin'
    Thoroughbred in a mud brick before the budget, white chick on that Pac shit
    My passion was ironic and my dreams were uncommon
    Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me
    Robbed blind, basically raped me
    Rose through the bullshit like a matador
    Just made me madder and adamant to go at 'em and even the score, so
    I went harder
    Studied the Carters till a deal was offered
    Slept cold on the floor, recordin' at four in the mornin'
    And now I'm passin' the bar like a lawyer
    Immigrant, art ignorant
    Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit
    Hate to be inconsiderate, but the industry took my innocence
    Too late, now I'm in this bitch

    You, you, you don't know the half
    This shit get real
    Valley girls givin' blowjobs for Louboutins
    What you call that?
    Head over heels, huh

    No money, no family
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami
    No money, no family
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami
    No money, no family
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami

    I've been up all night
    Tryna get that rich
    I've been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit
    Milked the whole game twice
    Gotta get it how I live
    I've been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Workin' on my shit

    Pledge allegiance to the struggle
    Ain't been easy, but cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle
    Bags is all we had, do anything for my mama, I love you
    One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice that ya managed to muscle
    Sixteen, you sent me through customs, so
    All aboard my spaceship to Mercury
    Turn first at the light that's in front me
    'Cause every night I'ma do it like it's my last
    This dream is all that I need 'cause it's all that I ever had

    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Workin' on my shit

    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Workin' on my shit

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    Composición: Orson, Jason Pebworth, Jon Shave, Lyfe Lady, Iggy Azalea y Fki

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