Stick 2 Ur Day Job (feat. Bohan Phoenix)

Alright, you done know what it is This the part of the tape where I talk my shmack It's the Dollar Menu We finna eat like kings You already know sometimes what's on the Dollar Menu Be better than what's in the meals Check Check me out, deck me out in lavishness You know I'm the lavishest rapper since Big Daddy My chick a baddy, give me good good Graining on the wood, woodpecker made in hood Fair maiden reign in Brooklyn by the way of the slave trade Because you know they took um but now we gon' get paid I never been a shook one although we was bitch made The only thing that switch about your boy is the switch blade (Ya fucking right) We on it all night like local service We know that y'all bite and so we've kept it hard on purpose Wait on me to fail, is it really worth it? Doubters holding they breath til they turn purplish You know what I'm about man, Hip Hop culture And never hoeing out, man. That's pop culture I'm zoning out, my hair growing out Man, they own you now Bitch, close the shop up whenever you going out Stick to your day job (I mean, you got benefits or whatever) Stick to your day job (I don't really see the benefits of you switching into my lane) Stick to your day job (You got your little spiffy uniform, you know what I'm saying?) Stick to your day job Man, I was down with this rap shit before I spoke English Now I'm handing out cracked lips to those who got it confused The difference between me and you isn't just the skin color and that's it You couldn't get high if I passed to you that piff You couldn't get live if I brought you a band You've got it backwards Quit your day job? You wanna be a rapper, huh? I'm bout to quit this rapping shit and grab a gun Rob your old lady, maybe even clap me something I ain't fronting, yo these rhymes here ain't paying nothing On my Pac shit, two Glock 42's Biggie Smalls down your block, out for the loot I'm out for the truth Love Love's how we move And you know what I'm about; more power to the youth You might catch a body if you catch a feeling Before I make that wack shit, I'll make a killing That's my word Yo, Öde Stick to your day job Stick to your day job (Damn, dog. That's shit's great. For real. That's great. I don't get paid at all) Stick to your day job (I don't be getting money at all. Uh huh, yeah) Stick to your day job All this swagger I done put in high definition sound for you Oh no no, I know you can't travel too far from your desk so I brought it to you I'm just trying to make this rap thing convenient for you And show you that it might make a little more sense for you on the other side of the spectrum But you know what? I'm going to fall back I'm gonna let my boy Joe do his thing on the guitar And I'll be back at you in a minute Dollar Menu Stick to your day job (You got your little 401k) Stick to your day job (Putting money away so, you know) Stick to your day job (You can put little Abdul through school yet you want to be me) Stick to your day job