Lyrics:
recordin', I would've been with him that night (hah)
This for my niggas that ain't make it out the struggle and it's real
I keep that forty on me in
might lie but I'm a player by nature
Work a ho quick for the paper
So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb
(Chronic) I brought a whole
to lay my sword down
Never thought that I'd be here
Mixed feelings every single year
That goes by
But one day I'll fly
Forty hour week with an off day day
the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written
a show, gimme cash
I ain't payin' no tax
I copped the racks for the day
And I counted up ten
Put them racks real estate
Multiply it by ten
Niggas subtweet
when he lost those keys, I guess we found him
We the ones who gon' climb mountains for our beliefs
And learn to fly for people we love
Those Hours by
power
Billie Jean singin' my song by the hour
Diamonds be wet like I hopped out the shower
Feelings so weak, she got bust by a coward
Lookin' for nothin'
Facin' clocks is chasin',
Got me dodgin' obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin'
Slower daze, patience wait
2 miles per hour in Cruise Lane
This one for Nikki anniversary blaze
Who knew death come bring better change
My guardian
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
each and every evening
For one epiphany grippin' zz's getting lost
In Herbies e-spliffianies
The E keep me in harmony
The P got me complacent B
Tossin'
a fee
I ain't working for you, you be working for me
By the end of the week we'll be good
Well as long as you do what you should
Fuck wrong with 'em
I
a hundred thousand forty somethin hours
Pourin forty ounces out for all the homies I done lost
I'm soundin corny but I hope you can afford me that allowance
no sleep
Been walkin the Wonderland for 40 days and 7 weeks
Just wonderin how good it would be, to finally say goodbye
to everything that's goin wrong,
employee
Spitting forty plus a week
And trying to rape earth on my off time
You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough
So you can run run run
you know
I talk by fuck with you shawty
Lose my mind bеhind you
I come bustin' that forty (Boo ya)
We gon' stick togethеr 'til
We dearly departed
My
with these niggas
That hated but said that they
Love a nigga noooo
Ain't no time for co-signs
Niggas wasn't givin' it
These niggas was livin' it up
Waking up and shaking up a new can of Fanta
Then not showing up like I'm a poor kid's Santa
8 fucking 40 with 2 hours of sleep
And 14 all week
the weekend, workin' for the weekend
I pull a forty hour week every week plus some overtime
That big boss man keeps a pushin' me to the line
I keep
Leach
Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash
That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash
I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year
If people piss me
a tragedy
So what you want, the chemicals or calories?
Nobody taught us how to eat
Momma gon' work the sixty hour weeks
What's for dinner?
Well, what's
the gun that I packed
But For-ty years-old and now on the gat
I used to hit the school yard fightin for dem lays
Rid my cousin's Chevy ridin Daytna-days
T had da power, hearing gunshots lickin' by the hour
When Too Short bumped in every supersport
And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast
(chorus)
know
It's only a matter of time until the party's here
Then we got forty-eight hours to forget our strife
For the next two days we're livin' different
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