Lyrics:
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
Biz!"
[Chorus]
It may look and sound easy doin the human beatbox
But it's real difficult, even knocked me out my socks
It's a movement combination
listen, but you steady on a pulpit
I already seen the full clip it's some bullshit
Me I'm havin' fun, makin' money by myself
Reprioritize my hustle in
Wall Street Journal analysis
The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber
Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers
Banking system with my
that's how we rockin'
We rockin' our Lil Snupe for life nigga
You know how we doin' it
I said, I said they even killed my homies
They murdered Lil' Snupe
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
Tryin' not to kill a sucka, that's a hard job (ya dig)
But I'ma still try my hand with a card shark
Boy, I've been gettin' it out the mud since fourteen
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Always doin' dirty work for shapeshifters
It's a gut-wrenching position
When you're a "shifter" (Oh, no)
Thrashed by a stint without notice
Lost a couple
low
Lead- O da bi pe pressure ti wa
Resp- Pressure ti wa o
#VERSE
Igbawo la ma bo n nu e Oloun
O da bi p’o ti sho ‘j’oba lowo o
No job no security
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
AXL
Look
I'm feelin' like Adriano in Pro 6
I got the Off-White logo on both kicks
Already gone by the time that I post pics
Trap money, rap
got my first job. And the funny thing about your career is that you get a degree from college and you say, Okay, I think I'm going to be this person
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
follow by –
I'm young, fly dumb high
And a nigga 'bout mine
You know what's on my mind
And why I'm always on the grind
Cuz I'm 'bout mine cuz I'm 'bout
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
doin' demolition
He was kind of different than everyone else
Oh he liked to hang out all by himself
Didn't hit those bars in Sunnyside Queens
Went
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
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
you knowhatI'msayin? You know why?
[Riley] Why Kane?
[Kane] Cause I get the job done
Chorus: repeat 2X
"I work" (3X) "I work.. baby!"
My momma worked double shifts, she had three jobs
(I ain't neva had nada) I got to go and hustle quick, I got to be sum'
(I ain't neva had nada) I'm
far to the job,
Just to feel a little pain. Yeah but,
What are they do’in? That’s what I want to know, what are they do’in with their lives? Are they
is ringin'
My paint job is wet, my chrome is gleamin'
I feel like a vet ballin' on these rookies
An old-school bully, you must have played hooky
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