Immortal

Working nine-five man I really need this job Cause the bills are piled high and they never seem to stop Now it's only getting worse When my feelings getting hurt Cause they tell me that the music I'm making needs work Tell me I should change Cause my shit dont really bang So I wrote a little tune now tell me whatcha think Imma shove it down ya throat now tell me how's it taste And it's absolutely perfect only thing you better say Spend it up now just so I can make it back You spend it up now just so you can say that You got a couple cars That you rolling off the lot Like a Beemer and a Vet that're setting at the trap You ain't ever had a Roth and you wonder what's that? You ain't never bid on stocks you just thinking bout the cash You aint worried bout the cost You just worried bout the floss You ain't worried what's inside You just worried bout a bag That's facts it's stats when you looking at the cash It's math in fact if you're worried bout a cap Then just turn your shit around start thinking bout the past Like how I'm doing better Dr. Phil fully strapped When they told me I could never So I jumped up on the track Man to everyone who laughed When I played them all my raps Cause this shit is looking different I'm the one who's never missing When they talking bout the baggage they comparing you to trash Since the topics now our status I'm the one who is the saddest When they talk who spit the fastest No my name is not around It's really kinda tragic When they overlook my passion Cause I'm David Blaine magic With the studio sound That's something they don't know cause they part-time Joe's And they think they make a killing with they part-time doe But they really only working on that part-time flow I been living in the studio that really ain't a joke Imma G, Imma fiend, Imma beast, Imma god Imma living legend breathing on my way up to the top I ain't ever slowing down throw the bird up to the cops Then I'm skrrting out quick fully loaded never stop Only signing checks now never signing on the dot Finally listened to myself and I'm saying thank god Cause the vision that I'm getting Telling me I got the rhythm And the business staying hidden Cause they wanting what I got On guard on god on top it's hard It's a full time job just writing down bars Don't stop just drop keep on writing them bops Then maybe one day you'll be hearing the applause Man my timing looking right I been working every night Living two different lives Never making overtime So I gotta pick one And I'm thinking this the one I'm just praying everyday that I hoped I picked right Take another listen and just tell me if you with it You ain't ever gotta bullshit cause I know that you be tripping You been reading all the lyrics wonder what have I been missing? But you better get it now before you getting slim pickings And it's really not my choice But I think I made my choice Cause my musics making noise And I'm bringing all my boys And you better watch you back Cause they bringing all they toys And they get a little rowdy when the team ain't scoring points