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entering young soldiers in the trenches
In the era where everybody pretentious
And do it for attentions and mentions
And I don't judge someone by they

Not even 21 and searching for a deeper role
I'm just certain slaving 40 hour weeks 
Not how it goes
I want shows on the road
Tour the globe with

patient by nature, one of my few virtues
But according to my timeline I'm way past curfew
Suffocating at my desk, 40 hours every week
The mans got his foot

Diplomat takeover

40. Cal:
These rappers better keep my name out they mouth
For they really end up with my name in they mouth
What they complaining about,

Gladiators

The Diplomats

More Than Music, Vol. 2

2006

Diplomat takeover

40. Cal:
These rappers better keep my name out they mouth
For they really end up with my name in they mouth
What they complaining about,

Ballad of the Band

Bad Company

Rough Diamonds

1982

now baby you're in rock 'n' roll

Well nobody's has heard' em till an hour ago
Well now they're livin' out on Malibu Beach
They got luxury homes

Yes sir, I'm goin on and on, get it in
Yeah you know we do
Commissioned in the imaged 'til we finish
Gonna bring em truth represent, cliqued out
40

stay up
Sometimes we down
Though its best to get high 
Hard to be up when our jobs got us low
Work all through week for barely any dough
They want us

fighting for the wrong side

40 clutched
Hope they never get the drop on us
But I can't tell
It's like we livin' in hell

The Blind leading the dumb
They

"I'm not going econ-, um, economy")
Yeah, right, why?
(Stormzy is my son)
Brap

I've been the G.O.A.T. for so long I guess it's not excitin' when I

hospitalized
Had my feelings minimized
Then took a ten hour drive
Sleep deprived
Jail, walked some miles
Forty-three degrees, then I slept outside
Came home

kids
We was in that whip 3 hours for the lick, just patient
Don't know why when we ain't have it, we used to take it
Dodgin' all this shit, this ain't

tryna hold me
These niggas tryna fold me
I swear to god they want the old me
Im just lost in my feelings
I turn my pain to power
Im smokin by the hour
She

nigga
Nothing for a fuck ass fuck bitch
Nigga you was talkin that shit 
Couldn't back up that shit
I been in the hood for a week 
I was outta state for

keeping yourself Happy Treat yourself
Spread some holiday cheer
Even if it's for yourself this year
The tears of the sea, taste like the Ending of a 40 hour

the playoffs next week
Worst record in the league, but watch me beat the winning team
Get bread by any means, I really mean by any means
By 8:15 I have like 30k

and I need (for real, though)
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me
In twenty-four hours, sold a hunnid Ps (a hundo)
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me

like the twenty-second
Come hither when I beckon
Son, you like every hour, you better check-in
Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks
Busting forty

the history
Labeled a disgrace to the family tree
Out on our own day by day we be
Slaving over 40 hrs a week

Bloods thicker than water nothing can ever bother

was here 
So I'm up forty-eight hours every day seven hundred thirty days a year 
That's fourteen days every week I don't never sleep just to make it

gettin' money every hour, nigga
They love me like I'm Austin Powers, nigga
I had so many dark nights, I went to prison, nigga, I was fightin' for my life

Let Me Work

G-Eazy

Rapture

work
I'm talkin' about getting up five days a week, brushing ya teeth
Washing your ass, going into your office and making some old guy rich paid hours

Here We Are/Go Kill 'em

Tha Dogg Pound

Dillinger & Young Gotti

2001

life is gone
Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born
Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could
Be a G or you claim to be let

That Would Be Me

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

a billion bars of dissin
for any rappers dead or livin that we've ever heard since we was children
My brain got built-in Pentium chips, my thoughts