Boaz

Boaz - 9 To 5 lyrics

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