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a casualty
Every day the battle changes. He's smarter than we give em' credit
He knows our weakest points. Attacking the spirit embedded
One Peter five eight

not as big as him, you just built like a boy
Mannn who the fuck is your barber that shit gotta go
You look like you got your cut from five and below

Get up mother fuckers (Fuck)
Its so embarrassing doing a voice over
(British gibberish by Prof)
I'm hung over as fuck, straight up
Drink some tea,

a crossfire
Fuck a nine to five
I'm pushing birds that don't fly
Capping fool's my appetite
Overloading my goldmine
This twelfth round bitch
We hot like

rocks"
I was just a dread head, really they locs
I was trynna break bread chilling w my dawgs
We be trynna scheme trynna see that green
Cause a 9-5 tried

mile radiu
Fuck am I saying!? I'll murder anybody
From the Eastside to the West Coast
Shot town, spit at like G5
YouTube rappers wanna talk about me,

from the 5-0 stay hidden from the sirens
Heavyweight don't need lipo plus silent
Shells will be the last thing you see before they reach your dome
Real

Now the rhyme and the rhythm are coming alive
We all live to our own beat that's how we survive
Don't know how anyone does the 9-5
Been doing it for

Nine five, grew up as a nice guy
All changed when I got the dollar sign eyes
All changed when I got it for the right price
All changed when I decided

Like a shot from a gun, already know that I won 
Pressure shit weight a ton, my stories only begun my stories only begun 

Double Alexander, Mcqueen

from the Feds tryin to make my get away
but there's *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from this drama I needed a rest
So I went

Sitting in the stoop all by ya lonely
Working nine to five just barelly alive
Praying to god for another option
Like he hands em out if you sign a petition

doing these 9 to 5’s i need to rap but isn’t — that just a pipe dream that i wake up from after my nap its sad — i wasted my life away no going back. I

I spin tracks by the hour power when a man smoke this flower 
2 packs in a hour sour cah they won't get this shower 
See a man get rob like fowler

soul,
Whether 9 to 5 grind,
Or haters talkin' 'bout me online,
That's why I be working most of the time,
That's prolly why I hate when I waste a moment

angle 

Shooting from my lane, who got a better aim fool?

I can't let the plan die

I know what I stand by 

The flow is so first class 

The hustle you

be stuck in no 9-5
When I blow due time
I'm bringing the guys     (Bringing em)
You can either 
Rate me or hate me
Can't delay me
I'm here to rise

if they play games
Beg allow the pettiness I've outgrown

[Just]
I ain't got time cause I'm too busy tryna provide (yeah)
Got a 9 to 5 wid the grind

mind is fried from writing rhymes every nine to five
I'm still the flyest guy in this bitch, like a private jet
Did I forget to mention I'm top eleven,

nine, put a statue up on six five, For all my niggas

our wet feet floatin'
Keep your chin up, keep your head high
Tread that water and keep your head dry

Slavin' away, everyday from 9 to 5
Didn't know

dream still working nine to five
Know for a fact my life will change That's why i hold it down
I was lying i was stealing from my mommas purse
Felt so bad

This for niggas who steady working that 9 to 5
Focused on the craft middle finger for the public eye
No matter how many fuck shit try to jeopardize

what i’m feeling inside
I never was meant for that nine to five
I’m too bright for that slave mind
You don’t shine on that daytime
Yea, greatest export