Lyrics:
This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies
His ma was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy
He goin'
ain't hard to tell and
It ain't hard to sell
When everyone's the prince this
Shit sells it'self
Work a forty-hour week for a box and a pouch
Round about
wonder why, why your life has passed you by
You're a slave to the code, working 9 to 5
The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
to sin
Hard days long nights
2 hours of sleep
Turn that to 2x3 plus 50 hours of work in a week
Who is she paying to get by
How can you get by when you
like dingo
Call the bitches to come and mingle (mommy)
Pack a forty-fifth and some hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
you do, be consistent with your style
Trust me, every dream's guaranteed to take a while
Catch me at my nine to five, workin' 40 hour weeks
Customer
tougher than leather nigga I cannot bruise
Who wanna try a nigga?
Hard to the God, come and butterfly a nigga (hold that)
Ooze on out (uh-huh)
Weeks
For fuck's sake
Living the life of a student
Yeah, I begin on a high
Losing my mind
And they say that I've been winning for time
Never been
at
All right Ma, I checked out all my niggas then we jetted
With fifty balls a piece brought a piece for unleaded
Smokin' blunts forty ouncin', G and P
emotion
Working 12 years 40 hours a week for a piece of paper
Just to use to get another piece of paper
And if we are lucky we get to die at the end of it
with no distraction
Seven days a week, and twelve hours
That's a lazy day
Going seventy-four hours with no sleep
Call that a crazy day "As you can see
My
mountains one by one
And I've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and I've
mountains one by one
And I've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and I've
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
hit for all of us to start eatin
And wild stack on three weeks on bowell leather beats
Our parents are sharp like cactuses
And you can tell by chips,
truss
8 time switch up
Met a bad bitch
Like a week ago
By the way
She a freak hoe
She my cheat code
Shoutout to whoever made this beat doe
Gotta move side
Different week same shit around here dog ain't nothing new
got a call from Kyle told him I'm coming through
he told me stop grab him a Sprite for
but I won't sweat it
Lil bad bitch I don't know where she come from
But I know exactly where she headed
Straight to the telly, hit it for a hour
Hop in
I'll settle for a brick
And if I call you a friend, I die for ya
That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook
Man I was raised in the trenches by
must think I got a bag on the go, but they don't even know
I'm working 40 hours in a week and close to getting fired
From a crooked job that only care
, once in a while
I see ya lovin my style
You know I can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
Divide, lay low until the ride be out
The four-five
It was hard for a nigga to go to sleep
We was bout booted
Bout 7 days a week
My Niggas underground
So it's hard for me to sweep
Couldn't even
a mumble or two
Can't even handle my truth week after week in the booth
So undefeated it's true
I'm sure the misleadin' never thought L's stood for lessons
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