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9 to 5 (feat. T.Evin$)
by Yett3
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MAn fuck this shit
I just clocked into work
At work tryna make it work
At work tryna flip my work
Haha
Work
Man Fuck dis shit
My grind dont stop
Till i cash my guap
Yall quote
I quote
Fuck it we all quote
Fuck it we all broke
Shit aint never goin be enough
I box my reflection witta broken gloves
Jordan taught me that my biggest enemy is me
What they know bout thatttttt
I cant stop
So i tell my self
35 Or die
I cant live
I fukn tried
They don't get that
Long ass nights
Cant get back
Falling over
I been feeling likefalling over
End my life cuz its going nowhere
Gotta baby that look up to me
As i look up at nothing
Pray
All these days feel the same i know
I chase bags
Ya the bag of bones
My will be strong
Gang that talien dem
Mi up me fya on em
Yetti blaze datt pen
Goodness greatiouce
Mind be racing
Chasing torerro money
Dominick peel off im taking off inna hurry
Niggas be acting funny
When you make my nigga thats why you dont take em whichya
Feed the real that was starving wit ya thats a fact
Cutting the deqd wait
Deatatched
Hollywood got me running up a bag
Fuck up the future leave em in the past
Wait
I cant look back in
Fed drop dollas me
I drop hits
Drop flicks
Yall go book datt
Stay low
So lowkey my case closed
No file on me yetti john doe
I tried but i cant keep shit rational
Quick flash yetti gas up
im passing ya
No time
Really
No time im
Asking you to
Pray
Pray on me
Then pray on dem cuz
This life got me caving innnn
Ima fukn
Bend
My odds gotta ben the rim
When slam dunk onem
Let me slam again
T talk to Emmm
Work
Man fuck this shit
Still tryna make it work
But Still I can't make it work
But still spitting verse after verse
It's like I'm blessed and still I'm cursed
Spent years spilling all my hurt
Man
Niggas don't understand
Never was handed the upper hand
On the other hand dreaming bout wonderland
I might quit today
And go and hit me lick
I'm on my game
Like I'm good on the sticks
Andelay gotta move this shit quick
What's the play today
I'm calling in sick
I know my worth
I can't just lay in the dirt
That 15 a hr won't work
Niggas rather go and sell they soul
MAn fuck this shit
I just clocked into work
At work tryna make it work
At work tryna flip my work
Haha
Work
Man Fuck dis shit
My grind dont stop
Till i cash my guap
Yall quote
I quote
Fuck it we all quote
Fuck it we all broke
Shit aint never goin be enough
I box my reflection witta broken gloves
Jordan taught me that my biggest enemy is me
What they know bout thatttttt
I cant stop
So i tell my self
35 Or die
I cant live
I fukn tried
They don't get that
Long ass nights
Cant get back
Falling over
I been feeling likefalling over
End my life cuz its going nowhere
Gotta baby that look up to me
As i look up at nothing
Pray
All these days feel the same i know
I chase bags
Ya the bag of bones
My will be strong
Gang that talien dem
Mi up me fya on em
Yetti blaze datt pen
Goodness greatiouce
Mind be racing
Chasing torerro money
Dominick peel off im taking off inna hurry
Niggas be acting funny
When you make my nigga thats why you dont take em whichya
Feed the real that was starving wit ya thats a fact
Cutting the deqd wait
Deatatched
Hollywood got me running up a bag
Fuck up the future leave em in the past
Wait
I cant look back in
Fed drop dollas me
I drop hits
Drop flicks
Yall go book datt
Stay low
So lowkey my case closed
No file on me yetti john doe
I tried but i cant keep shit rational
Quick flash yetti gas up
im passing ya
No time
Really
No time im
Asking you to
Pray
Pray on me
Then pray on dem cuz
This life got me caving innnn
Ima fukn
Bend
My odds gotta ben the rim
When slam dunk onem
Let me slam again
T talk to Emmm
Work
Man fuck this shit
Still tryna make it work
But Still I can't make it work
But still spitting verse after verse
It's like I'm blessed and still I'm cursed
Spent years spilling all my hurt
Man
Niggas don't understand
Never was handed the upper hand
On the other hand dreaming bout wonderland
I might quit today
And go and hit me lick
I'm on my game
Like I'm good on the sticks
Andelay gotta move this shit quick
What's the play today
I'm calling in sick
I know my worth
I can't just lay in the dirt
That 15 a hr won't work
Niggas rather go and sell they soul
