Lyrics:
feels like you're by youself
Stay grindin and you'll find all you need is yourself
When the road gets rough
And you had about enough
And you feel like
It's that "Sabotage yourself but you ain't realize that you did it, blame it on twenty million things but you"
Yea you with it, uh
That's an inside job
9-to-5 job
Rather have a knob job
Things get too inertial
No time for commercials
I'd rather be a clone
I guess I'm going home
To visit Kojak
Gong
Abandon station
Every man for himself
Cause those are just the cards we dealt
And I will get sick of it
And you will get sick of it
I will get sick of it
You get a big bag, but still mad, I hope it's worth it
You trynna keep the youth down, but it's not working
Nobody tell me the type of job that I'm
that long
Where a lot of people get
Poked up and clapped on
My job really putting on for the city
You get popped like a wheelie for
Saying some old silly
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
not for you
Third is you hate your job and it's not what you need
And by now you should know my thoughts on that: you gotta leave
Work is so s--t
Get
remember.... I did number four or five the other week and I... you know, it
was the other week, wasn't it? It's too f.... I was in here for a couple of days
to the do'
Hoe you know how you can get me, you can catch me at a show
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta-girl,
I be on my job
Never been a slob, I have only been a God
Boy you better watch if you wanna be the boss
I ain’t ever gunna stop, try and meet me
In the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God
Then He came to me and said ni--a get on your job
You gots to write your way out (no
my whole damn mind
I aint the type to sit and wait for shit to happen on an accident
You make your way to be great by showin what your passion is
I
Eeyore
You teach your computer to rap
I got light raining on my brain
Check these heads glued to the track all the night waiting for the train
My
more important
Than working for brute, cruel people
We have a small time to make an impact
Make it work for you
Will your impact be servitude or slavery
Oh yes, I'm that master rap
I'm the cold cap (echo)
I'm what you know, ask
Rapping
Beyotch, beyotch
2 times baby, one time more
Give it one more for
Employee to job creator, I'm gettin' scrill
Nic Mag the realness with that mass appeal
Employee to job creator, I'm gettin' scrill
Nic Mag
free cheese
But they gave it all to away
By the time they got to me
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I need a job
My stomach thinks my throat is cut
Hard
free cheese
But they gave it all to away
By the time they got to me
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I need a job
My stomach thinks my throat is cut
Hard
Ha ha
Yeah
Mr d-o-double-r
I say
Yea buddy!
Double shot paint job what
Chevy tuned up like a nascar pit stop
Fresh paint job (check)
Fresh
help?) No, sirree
(Could you use a little help?) Not for me
(Just call on me if you need a little help)
I can handle this job all by myself
Well, I'm
It's me on the beat by the way
Shit
Right from the top, I don’t flop, make it drop, aye
You better stop, you a opp, look the cop, aye
She suck
believe that she's the one keeping funds on the hunt for some months turning crumbs into bread not for lunch
This for my women
You better know your limit
times is hard
'Fore it get worse and it fall apart
Maybe you should quit your job and do what's right
And make you my partner for life
So we can
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