JOB

I wake up like a working man

This shit don't get no easier

Waking, baking, then my day begin

Lord, forgive me for my sins

I've been on my J-O-B

On my J-O-B

Pour my J-O-B

You know where I've been

Pour my J-O-B

P-pour my J-O-B

Pour my J-O-B

You know where I've been

Living proof, I've got shit to do

Making business moves

Y'all **** know what it is

And if you don't, here's a hidden clue

Yeah, I'm on the grind in a mission

I'm the one that they gon' listen to

Might drop a jam or two

How can they hate what I do?

All white, and then I'm blacking out

Serving **** like it's happy hour

But I ain't paying 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 moving to the top 10

Up early, worked it out

Too bad my daddy never clocked in

Looking at me, stay O-F-F-L

Don't act, we is not friends

Oh, what a job this is

When it's time to ride

Who is you riding with?

'Cause we loco

Mind says solo dolo

Party on the weekend

Like we not the loco's

Somehow

I wake up like a working man

This shit don't get no easier

Waking, baking, then my day begin

Lord, forgive me for my sins

I've been on my J-O-B

On my J-O-B

Pour my J-O-B

You know where I've been

Pour my J-O-B

P-pour my J-O-B

Pour my J-O-B

You know where I've been

Admitting it, there ain't no stopping

I'm finna get up out of this

I'm under the radar, anonymous

I'ma get mine and it's obvious

Tuck my shirt in like a gentleman

High shorts, high socks

Had to break the high top

Michael Vick'in 'em

Don't make me go bring the dogs out

****, these are fighting 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 the paws out

Look, old school hittin' switches

Mustang got me stick shifting

Dizzy Hippie, yeah, the kids spinning

Can't stop, won't stop until my first

Week sales say six digits

I grew up in Vegas, that's big business

You can't relate? What you mean, homes?

You must've fell for a fake image

Skinny cuts and ripped jeans

Had to cut 'em off

I ain't cutting strings

Babe, you know I hold the rock

But they tried to hold me off

I got 'em calling the devil team

So I split the middle

Against the big and little

Long periods of peer pressure

But a prophet don't do it for profit

I beneficial when I know it's gonna benefit you

So I wake up like a working man

This shit don't get no easier

Waking, baking, then my day begin

Lord, forgive me for my sins

I've been on my J-O-B

On my J-O-B

On my J-O-B

You know where I've been

On my J-O-B

P-pour my J-O-B

Pour my J-O-B

You know where I've been