Lyrics:
I heard it's lonely at the top, shit I'm lonely at the bottom
Made a promise to my brother at sixteen, I said I got em
Now we workin' on our craft,
and it's all gonna roll your way
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty-year-old businessman,
nigga good bye bye
Got some rules to abide by man
I need a drank
I overthink
He chose the lean
So I shoulder lean
Got some things they come wit a beam
Out
man ain't supposed to cry)
Been workin' five days a week (Like a man)
I know I dress and I speak (Like a man)
But when my baby said goodbye
I had
we've got we've givin' it all away
But that don't make no sense to me you know who's gonna pay
It's the man in the factory workin' twelve hours a day
You can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves
'Cause nothing else shows a part of his soul
Like she does
And she'd be the one to swear
and the time fly, you ain't even workin'
Went by overnight you went from 18 to 30
Nothin' goin' on, never set a goal
Dreams can't come true, and now you
I'm just standin' here, lookin' at the man in the mirror
You good? Nigga, I'm great
(Yeah, nigga, talk your shit, Doc Dre)
Yeah, I see the way
niggas all around
First we get it in
Then we move it out
You know me and Benny blow it by the ounce
Whip up a bird
Fuck what you heard
Workin like a boss I
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
music that kept me whole
Sun beatin' down through the trees, gets so hot bring a workin' man to his knees
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part
gonna roll you away
Workin' nine to five
(Nine to five) what a way to make a livin'
Barely, gettin' by
(I'm gettin' by) it's all takin' and no
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
Got booked with three bricks, you back home
Niggas workin' clown-ass niggas
Shoulda put you in
I done sacrificed a lot
Goddamn you forgot
Had struggle comin' up
Now we all in
I was workin' at the shop
Kickflippin' down the block
Handcuffed by
Now this is what they've been waiting for (yah, yessir)
Ya dig? (Ya dig?) Santana (Weezy F), ayy, haha
Ayy, Wayne (what up, man?)
What you been
All them times you asked me what I'm doing
Never had no answer
But I'm workin' grindin' towards a change
'N Ima be the man I promised
All them nights
there all these people workin all hard, and it was like, real dirty back there, and of course, in the front it was all immaculately clean. And I said, I
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
I was down bad had to get off my ass as a man a n**** ain't gone never give ya nothin
I had put to down da books and I walked to da trap n**** had da
way
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and you never get the credit
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
I'm surrounded, by psychopathic, little fellas
Ghetto dwellas
With ammunition in their cellas
And no remorse in their hearts
When the shit
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