[Verse 1]
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Yo, I hate my boss
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Dude think he know it all
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And I know I know it all
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But I follow protocol
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Hope sit in the casket
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Got me sittin' in traffic (word)
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It's seven AM (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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And I woke up late, didn't even have a shower
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Lunch break? Give me a break, a damn half an hour
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All this bullshit for twelve bucks an hour (I'm ready to quit)
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Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight the Power
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Instead I light the sour before I go in the office
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Being here eight hours sure will get you nauseous
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Lady across from me, telling me her problems (what the fuck?)
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I'm look at her like yo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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How the fuck I'm gonna solve 'em?
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You know our ethnicity
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Car note, rent, don't forget electricity (that's all due)
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Internet, cable, and the phone all connected
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Food, gas, tolls oh now it's getting hectic
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Brand new clothes? Naw you'd rather see me naked
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Yo check it, I got my check, now I'm feel disrespected (what the fuck)
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Why am I working here? It ain't working here
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It ain't worth it here, never gonna persevere
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Ain't no money for new shoes or purses here
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Should've done my first career (huh) nursing yeah
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Now I'm sitting here thinking 'bout the work I put in
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This verse from the everyday working woman
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[Chorus]
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I put on my pants, put on my shoes
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I pray to God, paid all my dues
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I'm trying to win, seems like I was born to lose
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All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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I say let me through, but they don't let me through
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You want to quit, God damn I'm ready to
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Lifestyle I'm living, ain't steady boo (Not at all)
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All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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[Verse 2]
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Ayo I'm lookin' for a job, ain't nobody hiring
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Then I ask the boss, "when y'all doin' firing?"
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You know I'm admiring nice job, family man
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Car and looking as walk in a tiring
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Shoulda been a fireman, learn to do wiring
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Then get retirement, I blame my environment (it's my hood)
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I went in for an interview, for delivery (for delivery)
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"Locked up, felonies?" now the dude's quizzing me
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You working on my future, why you need to know my history?
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All he did was Google me, no big mystery
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He ain't digging me, politely he was dissin' me
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"No we're not hiring, but thanks for the visit please"
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He ain't want me, my grandmother warned me
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Them God damn felonies will haunt me, taunt me (I told you 'bout them felonies)
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No second chance, back to the same block
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Go home, my baby moms done changed locks (fuck is she doing)
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This a game ma? Okay the games over (okay)
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Then she opened the door with the chain on (what's up)
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Said she been reaching out, for several days
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I ain't helping out, we need to go our separate ways (oh word?)
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I was just amazed, wanna go another route?
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Let me get my clothes, said she took them to my mother's house
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She was pissed off, yeah P.O.'ed
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And said "go head and wild out, I'll call your P.O."
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[Chorus]
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My Job
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Cam'ron |