I Hate My Job (feat. Santos Santana)

They like Notions what the fuck is goin down It's fucking phantom gang Riding round your motherfucking town Let's set this record straight I'm feeling great Wood is fully loaded Take it to the face I cant put my rage aside I had to find a different way The fuck is this Different foes defend but I don't give a shit I'm fucking pissed Even so I still go roll magnificent No witnesses In my section blood go spill so effortless I'm done with this Let that pussy panic then I finish him Bitch you hear I kill every year Don't get caught in tears What you fear Say goodbye to all of those who hold you dear Lookie here I think you'd look better cut up ear to ear Bet you clear Once I pull up get the fuck up outta here I said Dawg what the fuck you on Bro you dropped the ball now you gone I don't care at all imma watch you fall Now you lost What's the fucking the cost Thought you was a boss Shit Aye You a phony You not my homie You fucking peasant, bitch you lowly You pull up on me I'll hit you with that fucking dotty You fucking phony You not my motherfucking homie You fucking lowly I'll hit you with that fucking dotty Stealing another kilo from your trap Come with the 40 What the fuck you think Walking like pimp I smoke exotic Purple colored mink Only see me smiling When i mix that molly with my drank Got ballistic rockets in my pockets What the fuck you think Bitch it's trap boy summer yuh See me in the cut I got candy Run up my commas yuh Need a lotta pills For my body Sick motherfucker yuh Come with the Nina To your party Aye what the fuck you think