在手机上保存，获得更好体验
IT WON'T WORK (feat. Fred Hammond & Lecrae & Miles Minnick|Explicit) - Tank/Fred Hammond/Lecrae/Miles Minnick
Lyrics by：Fred Hammond/Durrell Babbs/Lecrae Moore
Composed by：Fred Hammond/Paul Dawson/Durrell Babbs/Travis Emmett Bruce/Lecrae Moore
Produced by：Ghost Kid The Producer
Listen don't let the hate get the best of you
Nah nah
'Cause I promise you no matter how hard they try
It won't work it won't work
Honestly my bank account is low
Bank account is low
Haters told me I would never glow
I would never glow
Mama say her job just let her go
They just let her go
Short like five dollars at the store but
At the store
Fifteen years and she wanna divorce
She wanna divorce
Po-po racial profiling the post
Yeah we in the post
Hold your head up when they block you stay the course yeah
It won't work
Yeah yeah yeah
If you know he real get 'em up yeah yeah
No matter how I feel I get 'em up yeah
Get em up Get em up
These problems be real they get tough yeah
Tough yeah
But I know the drill it won't work
You know that it gets darkest before the light talk to em
You just gotta make it through the night yeah
Woo
They say the joy comes with the light
I'ma be alright 'cause it won't work
Ain't gotta fold yet
Ain't gotta fold yet
Know that I'm chose yeah
Know that I'm chose yeah
Why you gon' give it up?
You gotta know He in control yeah
He in control yeah
Don't count that I lost yet
Lost
'Cause you're getting it all back
You gettin' it all back
It won't work yeah
No weapon
Honestly my bank account is low
Bank account is low
Haters told me I would never glow
I would never glow
Mama say her job just let her go
They just let her go
Short like five dollars at the store but at the store
Fifteen years and she wanna divorce
She wanna divorce
Po-po racial profiling the post
Yeah we in the post
Hold your head up when they block you stay the course yeah
It won't work
Yeah yeah yeah
Tryna make it through the night
Praying I could get it right
Been through the pain and the pressure
Tryna fight through my depression
Bills keep piling up I'm tryna get my bread right
Folks keep hounding me I'm tryna get my head right
Time to count the blessings call the losses lessons
Ain't no need to stress Gon and read the message
Ain't no weapon no power no enemy
Standing up to that power that lives in me
Soul healing if you go with Him
Keep fighting you a go-getter
If your shoes got a hole in 'em go and kick 'em off
And let your toes wiggle
Home cooking with the soul in it
Big smiles with the gold in 'em
We got problems but we roll with it
Trust God with the whole issue
I done seen 'em come and go
And I ain't never seen a problem that He can't fix
Hold your head high keep your face strong
When it get hard don't quit
Honestly my bank account is low
My bank account is low
Haters told me I would never glow
Mama say her job just let her go
They just let her go
Short like five dollars at the store but
Fifteen years and she wanna divorce
She wanna divorce
Po-po racial profiling the post
Yeah we in the post
Hold your head up when they block you stay the course yeah
It won't work
Yeah yeah yeah
We gon' keep pushing
'Cause no matter what
No weapon formed against me
Shall prosper
It won't work
