j.o.b

i wake up like a workin' man

this shit don't get no easier

wakin'

bakin' in my day again

lord forgive me for my sins

i been on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

you know where i be

on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

you know where i be

yeah

livin' proof

i got shit to do

makin' business moves

y'all niggas know what it is

and if you don't

here's a head and clue

yeah

i'm on the grind and a mission

i'm the one that they gon' listen to

might drop a jam or two

and he finna drop tga2

how can they hate what i do?

all white and i'm blackin' out

servin' niggas like it's happy hour

but i ain't payin' 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 movin' to the top 10

up early

worked it out

too bad my daddy never clocked in

lookin' at me

stay fffl

don't act

we's not friends

oh

what a job this is

when it's time to rise

who is you ridin' with?

'cause we loco

mind say solo dolo

party on the weekend

like we not the locals

somehow

some

i wake up like a workin' man

this shit don't get no easier

wakin'

bakin' in my day again

lord forgive me for my sins

i been on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

you know where i be

on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

you know where i be

yeah

written in stone

ain't no stoppin' it

i'm finna get up outta this

i'm under the radar

anonymous

i'ma get mine and it's obvious

tucked my shirt in like a gentleman

high shorts

high socks

had to break the high top

michael vick and 'em

don't make me go bring the dogs out

make this sound like fightin' 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 them paws out

look

old-school

hittin' switches

mustang

got me stick shiftin'

dizzy hippy

yeah

the kids spinnin'

can't stop

won't stop

until my first resale say 6 digits

i grew up in vegas

that's big business

you can't relate

what you mean

homes?

you must have fell for a fake image

skinny custom ripped jeans

had to cut 'em off

i ain't cuttin' strings

baby

know i hold the rock

but they tried to hold me off

i got 'em callin' the double team

so i split the middle

against the big and little

long periods of pear pressure

but a profit don't do it for profit

i beneficial when i know it's finna fit you

so i wake up like a workin' man

this shit don't get no easier

wakin'

bakin' in my day again

lord forgive me for my sins

i been on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

you know where i be

on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

on my j.o.b

you know where i be