What up fool?
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I thought I was the only motherfucker that felt that way
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We workin’ though
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This ain’t just no hip clock, cocksucker
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Huh huh
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Yea, I’m on
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Yo yo
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I’m smokin’ sour, sippin’ Johnny Walker
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Thinking I’d probly more hours into kitchenin’ than Benny Crocker
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Money comes and money goes
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Plant your tree on the block and see if something grows
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Like a rose in the concrete
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Clean up the council, we can all eat
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This heaven on earth, come elevate to where the gods meet
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Come to the city fool and see the way I’m livin’
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The condos and square feet is screamin’ lot of engines
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‘Member we had to hustle by the benches
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Thank God we made it out the trenches
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With all our 5 senses
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And I did her behind fences
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Run with us or run against us
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My niggas on point like militia
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21 guns salute and we don’t took these for play
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You know we got guns that shoot
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And these fellaz needs to fuck to my employment
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But I can’t let that fuck with my agenda, I can’t afford it (Ha ha)
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You know I grind for mine
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It’s the survival of the fit, only the strong survive (you know?)
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I mean I never had it 9 to 5
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I want the money and the hoes and nice cars to drive
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I mean it’s like get out the way, we got to survive
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I’ve got C’s to look after, hella bills to pay, ya feel me?
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We gotta hustle every day of our lives
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These pretty jobs don’t pay enough
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That’s why I feel this way
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Yo I’m in the coupe, the top is off
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I’m pickin’ up, I’m droppin’ off
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I’m ‘bout to blow the top off like a Molotov
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High off the Mulli and all I can do is sharp it off
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Picture me and Mickey D’s takin’ your order
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Was on the corner, tryna flip me a 8th to a quarter
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And it was all a dream, I struck gold
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Right on the block ‘cause it ain’t all the gleams
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I love all the themes, I love all the pushes
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We getting all the money, we fuckin’ all the bitches
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You know that good girls like bad guys and bad guys like good girls
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The bad girls like good guys and the good guys like good girls
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Something to think about before you go to treat it out
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You fall into love, meanwhile the dope boys skeetin’ out
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You know that gangstas make the world go ‘round
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My homie said a couple dollars make your girl go down so I said
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You know I grind for mine
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It’s the survival of the fit, only the strong survive (you know?)
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I mean I never had it 9 to 5
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I want the money and the hoes and nice cars to drive
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I mean it’s like get out the way, we got to survive
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I’ve got C’s to look after, hella bills to pay, ya feel me?
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We gotta hustle every day of our lives
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These pretty jobs don’t pay enough
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That’s why I feel this way
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I’m 9 to 5, 7 dollars an hour, that’s 50 dollars
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Now how I’m supposed to live off that? Gets in the projects
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Not eatin’ steak (not eatin’ steak)
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Not smokin’ great (not smokin’ great)
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I’d rather hustle (I’d rather hustle), ain’t no debate (all ready)
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And trust the old man that closed the gate
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And hope they’d rule in my favor if I opposed the state
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The worst of times (the worst of times)
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The best of times (the best of times)
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A few my niggas doin’ stretches for the second time
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I see the young boy coming up, he makes the lot
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Cupped a set of wheels and pulled his shit up right next to mine
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Shine!
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You know I grind for mine
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It’s the survival of the fit, only the strong survive (you know?)
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I mean I never had it 9 to 5
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I want the money and the hoes and nice cars to drive
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I mean it’s like get out the way, we got to survive
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I’ve got C’s to look after, hella bills to pay, ya feel me?
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We gotta hustle every day of our lives
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These pretty jobs don’t pay enough
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That’s why I feel this way
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9 to 5
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| Boaz |
