Lyrics

I don't gotta a job in the kitchen whippin up 9 to 5 slow I get it how it come Cant let myself starve I learned that where I'm from Some niggas go to jail some die by the gun But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here I'll take that any means The boys that I'm wit them niggas don't play that shit I cant even trust plug nigga weigh that shit Every morning thinking how to get my paper up Trappin late nights stash inda cut keep that 9 tucked In case you think of fucking wit me all about the money But know I keep something wit me G check da plug was taught never trust a nigga Tony killed Tod for some bricks don't fuck wit niggas If you cross me and you live you's a lucky nigga think You gone live inda hood you's a dummy nigga And that's just the way it goes I bust a trap no chain and some bummy clothes Cuz I don't need attention and not to mention you posting on da grams Help the fed pay attention That's why I don't do it and if the coke ain't raw homie I don't move it just a lil schooling Fuck a job I don't get that shit whats the point if I can get rich like this I don't gotta a job in the kitchen whippin up 9 to 5 slow I get it how it come Cant let myself starve I learned that where I'm from Some niggas go to jail some die by the gun But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here I'll take that any means The boys that I'm wit them niggas don't play that shit I cant even trust plug nigga weigh that shit Momma always said fuck wat cha heard But I heard them crack heads on 43rd I never do credit that's when I swerve When speaking to da god there's a lot to learn Baby momma trippin said I'm fuckin all these bitches I'm just tryna make a living she don't fuckin get it Kids at home so I use my side piece kitchen If I fucked her or not it don't make a difference All arguing shit there's no point in that oh its bubblin baby yea I call you back You know rent due I need all of that shit real out here not at all act I ain't have a job so I started selling drugs And I'm on drug court so I'm using gloves They say this shit gets addictive I know it dose everytime I feel like I'm down I gotta call da plug I don't gotta a job in the kitchen whippin up 9 to 5 slow I get it how it come Cant let myself starve I learned that where I'm from Some niggas go to jail some die by the gun But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here I'll take that any means The boys that I'm wit them niggas don't play that shit I cant even trust plug nigga weigh that shit
Writer(s): Animal Da God, Jashua Martinez-harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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