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hoes, they teasin'
Gotta gotta, know the real meaning
Yeah
Grindin' 7 days a week, for that paycheque
So I can whip a Maybach fuck a bitch while she in

Late night driving old cars
Through your neighborhood views
Parked out by the clifftops
Where no one else knew
Time stood still for hours
In that

No choice but to fight, it's go time with the monster
Three eight hour days, every three weeks
Four rounds of chemo, my immune system weak
I'm stepping

around the way
Livin' downtown in the place that I was raised
At the Tiki, she said, I bet you a hard hitter
She hit my line hours later, beggin' me

on the highway in a small town
Hanging by the bridge, got something to throw down?
A fridge, a washer, an old TV set
It might seem pathetic but we ain't forty yet

real quick
Yeah
I Been working 40 hours a week
Now I'm in the studio Producing, Songwriting, and Audio Engineering
I would make a lot of noise, but they

I just hit the plug, he pullin' in 5-10
He said bring the hoes, and he'll supply product
Late in through the night, we dancin', we live-in
Livin' in

extend me a line
Even half the time, I can't tell what is even mine
The pace is blistering, losing all sense of time
Feeling left behind

Work the 40 hour

I bill by the hour but I'll smoke him for free
Target on my back, in the zone I'm stone cold
Got American spirit and an Indian soul
They call me

a headache
I got a headache I got a headache
Back at it again I be tripping hard
40 hours this week and only 3 dollars?
A nigga feel like trash taking out

Well a forty hour week just ain't gonna work for me
Working like a dog in that summer heat
Well my dad he always told me that a bad excuse is better

around the clock I spend my minutes on muscles

Remember being negative 40 hours a week

c nigga felt stagnant I was reaching my peak

It's hard to hit

at seventeen to flip and serve a quick ten
Rhymes kept abuse and neglect and my depression in check
Forty hours a week not a enough in my check
Conspiracies

Aye I'm lookin for the drip, that Balenciaga
We goin out the city you can meet me in Gaza
Momma got me right so you know I'll get her Prada
I'm

blunt
My speak sprays when I say it right..
You wanna round I'm here to work I'll leave you in a weak daze like the day and night
40 hours of strong, raw

I worked 40+ hours this week
And even more the one before so
I'm bout to have a hayday 
I got a fatass check coming to me and its payday

Drinks on me

She's the master livin it to the fullest
Playin 40 like she's 20 y'know
Some old tricks from a young pro
Brought up in a church house
And every Sunday was

trippin', my blessings they comin
Life that I'm livin' ain't built for the weak
Stay on the grass, you ain't built for the street
Stay on your ass, cause I

Delicatessen magnifique
I spit a bar
They cheer for me 
Like it was emmy week
Black & Gold livin
Egyptian wit
Hieroglyphic speech
Tut had Sickle Cell
So this

Seventeen
Mama had to go for better living so I had to be
Everything I wasn’t, had to grow up real fast
Get up and work a 40 week an still make it to class

Cornbread

Freestyle Fellowship

Inner City Griots

1993

football fan
I flipped a mad dog and a Japanese man
A double bunk bed a 40 to the head
Now get up and watch me rap to cornbread hey

Hey I hear ya
Yo

seventy
All Tryna get this guap and pattern a career by twenty
Work for twenty retire at forty
I ain't Tryna work till I'm sixty
Most people die in their

My fucking job
Has got me by the balls
Never been the time of my life
Now it's no fun at all
I work for peanuts baby
40 hours a week
If you think I

back again
Know I had to put the sound to the streets
Know I
Know I
Had to stay in for the week
Call your friends they gon' slide for me
40's with a side