j.o.b

i wake up like a workin' man, this shit don't get no easier, wakin', bakin' in my day again, lord forgive me for my sins, i been on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, you know where i be, on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, you know where i be, yeah, livin' proof, i got shit to do, makin' business moves, y'all niggas know what it is, and if you don't, here's a head and clue, yeah, i'm on the grind and a mission, i'm the one that they gon' listen to, might drop a jam or two, and he finna drop tga2, how can they hate what i do?, all white and i'm blackin' out, servin' niggas like it's happy hour, but i ain't payin' for the drinks, i just need some time to think, this is good weed and i'm happy 'bout it, this is my life, you can't sabotage it, we grew up poor with no daddy options, locked in, still movin' to the top 10, up early, worked it out, too bad my daddy never clocked in, lookin' at me, stay fffl, don't act, we's not friends, oh, what a job this is, when it's time to rise, who is you ridin' with?, 'cause we loco, mind say solo dolo, party on the weekend, like we not the locals, somehow, some, i wake up like a workin' man, this shit don't get no easier, wakin', bakin' in my day again, lord forgive me for my sins, i been on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, you know where i be, on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, you know where i be, yeah, written in stone, ain't no stoppin' it, i'm finna get up outta this, i'm under the radar, anonymous, i'ma get mine and it's obvious, tucked my shirt in like a gentleman, high shorts, high socks, had to break the high top, michael vick and 'em, don't make me go bring the dogs out, make this sound like fightin' words, and if this a battle, then we can go all out, no ike and tina, we don't hit the bitches, but a hater gotta bring them paws out, look, old-school, hittin' switches, mustang, got me stick shiftin', dizzy hippy, yeah, the kids spinnin', can't stop, won't stop, until my first resale say 6 digits, i grew up in vegas, that's big business, you can't relate, what you mean, homes?, you must have fell for a fake image, skinny custom ripped jeans, had to cut 'em off, i ain't cuttin' strings, baby, know i hold the rock, but they tried to hold me off, i got 'em callin' the double team, so i split the middle, against the big and little, long periods of pear pressure, but a profit don't do it for profit, i beneficial when i know it's finna fit you, so i wake up like a workin' man, this shit don't get no easier, wakin', bakin' in my day again, lord forgive me for my sins, i been on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, you know where i be, on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, on my j.o.b, you know where i be