He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job
We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob
And when you do get a job, you always get there late
Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape
Chronicles of earning, get a job, do work. apply.. or register..
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait
And when you do get a job, you always get there late
Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop
Like they're giving me a rim job
And you have a job choppin' up wood!
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