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