Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job
You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot
They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not
I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,
Look another day another fucking dollar
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
Pawning my chain in the shop
I run out on the job.
So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job
I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot
Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop
Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,
You see him as a god
Get you ready for your new job
You have no job, just lazy.
I ain't tryna fight back, but baby
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