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conversations.value: Write me a song called Work REMIX with the following description: A$AP Ferg brought together an ensemble cast for the official remix of his song, “Work,” which was featured on the August 2012 A$AP Mob mixtape, Lord$ Never Worry. The trap anthem sees each artist rapping about their difficult upbringings and the hard work they put in to get to where they are now. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: A$AP Ferg]
  I gotta close the window before I record
  ‘Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
  (Work) 
  Stand up!
  (Work) Ferg!
  Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
  [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
  Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie Poppa (baby)
  Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
  But really though, she a silly ho
  ‘Cause you know the Fergenstein gettin' plenty dough
  She don't get nothin' from a nigga though
  All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
  Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
  Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
  No tint though, on my window
  So you see a nigga shinin' in the Benzo
  Ballin', got me feelin' like Jim Jones,
   
  I'm a pimp though
  No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
  Put in work, run up on a killer, then I put him in the dirt
  Run up in the building, semi gon' squirt
  That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves
  I ain't lyin', lay 'em on the curb
  Ridin' on a killer who be comin' at Ferg (damn!)
  Girl, you twerk, twerk that kitty, girl, make it purr
  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
  French got the shovel, he gon' put him in the earth
  Trinidad maniac with an all-gold hearse
  Yeah, uh, put in work
  ScHoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
  Polo Ground, A$AP World [Verse 2: French Montana]
  (Haaan!) That ain't Kanye
  That's Montana, loose cannon
  He shot me, so I had to do it
  Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
  I just sold a swammy with ten homis on it
  Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
  When they mask up, comin' for your ice
  When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life
  Baby, don't pray for me, pray for the weak
  I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
  Illuminati? I'm from the streets
  Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
  [Chorus]
  Put in work, put in work
  Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
  [Verse 3: Trinidad James]
  Shout out that motherland
  12-years-old with guns in hand
  They don't ask no questions, nigga
  All they do is bang bang bang
  They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
  I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad, I love ya
  I do this for them shottas, Jamaica, I'm your brother
  I know a bitch from VI
  Yeah-yeah-yeah, that's my partner
  You got a problem with it
  Then-then-then-then that's your problem
  I fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos
  I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
  I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me
  But that don't get no deal
  I said no, that don't get no deal
  I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
  No green card in this struggle
  Immigration give you nothin' but work (put it in work) [Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]
  YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK!
  A lot of niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
  No, I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
  Pimpin' like I'm 33,
   
  move keys like I'm 36
  Ship O's like I'm 28
  Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
  O-X-Y,
   I'm in your state
  Eatin' off your dinner plate
  My heart live where Santa stay
  Super fly, I need a cape
  Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
  Passion drippin' off her lip
  She say she never had a Crip
  Uh, put in work, all big booties make it twerk
  All big titties lift your shirt
  Show a player what you're worth
  Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front of the church
  Deacon said I did my shit
  The pastor said, "That nigga turnt"
  Pop my collar on my shirt
  Make these bitches go berserk
  Shippin' units; Captain Kirk
  Takin' xannies, poppin' percs
  Might not last, I'll bomb you first
  Turn your backseat to a hearse
  Back to the lab with mother Earth
  Had to give Young Ferg a verse [Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
  A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
  Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
  Outta line, pistols barkin' (argh argh), ride or die
  Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
  You want that pretty Flacko?
   
  Ratchets,
   
  designer jackets
  The same niggas who jack it
  Be the first who claim we faggots
  My bitch is a movie actress
  Side bitch won a beauty pageant
  Got a chick that worked at Magic
  But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average
  See, my daddy in Heaven, right next to Ferg's
  You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks
  Loaded Lux; put in work