Lyrics:
couple kids
If the rap don't work get to robbing
Get the bag by any means
If the trap don't work 9 to 5 it
Athlete turned rapper nigga
Wear plenty hats
I'm tryna throw my mama in rides so she can slide
9-5 is how you survive I ain't tryna survive
9-5 is how you survive I ain't tryna survive
I gotta live
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
But each and every time I really had a ball
I got nine lives baby I just keep comin' back
I had fun with number six. But baby I got stuck on five
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
get extra nuff
So if yuh touch my waist and feel supm buff
My gun protect mine, don't cross di line
Please don't tempt me to blast di 9
4 and 5 man
nigga
We true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one
You a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug
They say third time is the charm well I hope that they right
Smokin' on this 9 to 5, this shit got me tired
I don't want no ties
Baby I'm tryna live life
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
never cried (shit I don't like)
Blame that shit on being twenty-five
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
Zack keep sayin', "Meet at seven-nine"
That
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Nine o' nine on mine
Run my city full time
In my city full time
And on the grind full time
Nine o' nine on mine
Run my city full time
In my city
dickheads
Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red
My office hours are from 9 to 5, while you avoid the party I make it live
The fellas nod
This pain just make me cry cry cry
Just barely getting by by by
When you work that 9 to 555
When you work that 9 to 555
Straight grind 9 to 5
Thank god
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
I go in at nine I’m leaving at five you know Ima run up these bands
I go in at nine I’m leaving at five you know Ima run up these bands
I’m working
up till 5 on my knees god is your favorite son
i stayed up till 5 ,1 till 5
hell i think am nine
i stayed up till 5 and that pussy done by
big dig
(Ay K you got some to play?)
I gotta go yeah I ain't got no time
I don't work a nine to five I work all my life
I gotta go yeah I ain't got no time
I
is waking up like what happened
I like red light parties and fed right bodies who like
Bread like Dolly and head right totties at night
Aribou Cay
He's knocking up right at your door
5, 6, 7, 8, you can't sit and run away
9 MAC-10s beside my side before I fade away
10 lives delivered, Grim just said
to find niggaz, (Five)
out there on the grind niggaz (Six)
Quick to put the nine to the spine of them out of line niggaz (Seven)
Thug niggaz, (Eight)
a slug
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
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