Lyrics:
I was never cut out to work a 9-5
A black man's only job is to stay alive
I try to keep my nose clean but still afford nice things
I'll do anything
the day I die
I will testify
I've only survived cause God is by my side
He's why I'm alive
When I'm sick I won't die
Cause the doc's by my side
Call me
Top down, she got flew'd out (whoa)
On the back seat with the extendo (yeah)
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by
money, it's a slow fix
I got needs that a day job won't fix
Threesome, I'm in the middle of both chicks
Wednesday, I'm givin' it to his old girl
GABOS,
have seen me back in high school, they had some shit to say
Thought they was the shit 'cause they had shift jobs at Chick-fil-A
I was thinkin' R-A-P,
waste your life
Fight Back
What a waste of time
Oh yeah the ones that keep saying my product is Demo
My songs are polished, worked on by pros
Same
No job so I trap off my phone
Government tryna tap our phones yeah
Why do I give to so many who don't give back
Pockets needa get on big fat
Now tell
yet to lose my mind yet it will come with time
Job hopper
Rum papa
Young motha
All have a
Sure struggle
To face day to day yet the wont lose face
a girl at home, and ah wifey dat, These days gotta be PC, black men don't cheat, but I like to Mac, Sweet ones got an eye for that, back in the day with my
indifferent
I'm lifting this weight off my shoulders
But how older I get
I reload the clip and sip on something
I feel good for nothing
All my glory days
gave me a lot to think about. By the time I got off that tour and luckily went back to my day job, my bills were all pilling up! I couldn't keep up?my
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
You sang me to sleep with a gentle song
(Chorus 1)
Those early days they seemed so endless
A full time job without the pay
It wore you out; but you'd
a shooter, that's my job
Shoutout my team, I ride with the mob
Better watch your back, 'fore we get the drop
Stab him then we hand his girlfriend a mop
Bitch I
tryin' 2 get back 2 the mind
How you was in your mama's belly
Live and let live was the order of the day
What you say?
Loving one another is the only
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
RUDE BOY’S INNA ME GHETTO.
True x4 Rasta fai rie. Ya hear ma say. And when me tell then am back.
A back for real reality. Asorock General. Prove
around
She calls Hannah the next day
Still tryna figure out the best way to tell her that she's getting back together with an ex-flame
So she left her
and it brought his eyes to tearing
A job just got pulled the other day there was no trace
The cops ain't do jack they ain't even see his face
Thuggy
live?
This AI thing is coming closer day by day
Its probably already up in your life unseen (how)
Everyday ya wake up and Instagram's the routine
But do
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