Lyrics:
the ocean, I’m tokin’ for days
Try to be like me, but we’s not the same
I got the keys, yeah the keys to the game
And yo girl love my shit cause my shit
no easy job
No, no, it ain't no easy job
Aim the beam and target locked
Boy you better run or you'll get knocked
By a couple Mac-10's we keep em
We been hustling
Had to work different jobs get it in
Daddy where you been
(Grindin')
Yea yea
We been hustling
Had to work different jobs get
now[00:57.85]Shut the fuck up[00:58.69]Back in my day[00:59.49]Shut the fuck up[01:00.54]Grab your bootstraps[01:01.25]Shut the fuck up[01:02.21]And pull em
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
my job to make you understand
Fighting thoughts in the back of my head
Hoping to see you once again
And, holding you back was never my place
Fighting
workmates
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
By making us yesterday's men
Sure as hell
Judging me by my skin color and my blackness
Tryna find a job but ain't nobody call me back yet
Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
You
outta funds
Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns
I refuse to be that man livin' cheque to cheque
30 years at the job? What you
brotha's for
Uh uh, I got interviews today
So don't even front about my broken gas gauge
By the way things are looking it's a very good day
If I could ever
a job)
I be out hustling every day, man (you fucking-)
I be hustling every day, what you talkin' 'bout?
(You have niggas coming over here all
just couldn't win
The whole world kept caving in
Just when he thought he gotten on top
He's back in the hole again
The Job he had made him mad
Gave him
such a haze
Dazed and confused now
Living day to day still wondering how
We grew up and both got jobs
We never knew politics was such a prob
Remembering
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
the A
Make you strip like a bitch trying to strip me of pay
I'm getting it in get it gone by the day
I'm too good at my job they gone watch me like prey
Try it
Still on your heart, there ain’t a way to run
By the day, it’s a lot politicking on the growing pains
Tryna make your legacy, cultivating chains
Torch
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but
I swore to God that I would make it by the age of 16
I'm out here chasing all the dreams I had since I was a teen
Keep routine, I keep it moving like
sells the NHS
Britain in my opinion is like the titanic last time I checked the titanic sunk NHS struggling both financially and personnel jobs are going
another day of workin
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip 'cause pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job
I can't act normal
40 days & 40 nights I was on them flights
Every summer in LA, I'm taking no advice
I live a life characterized by who I am inside
(Como se mueve la clika!)
(Uh)
BACK ON WORK
(Uh, Uh)
BACK ON WORK
(Uh, Uh)
Double my cash by doubling back
I’m outta the dirt
(Uh, Uh)
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