Fuck a 9 to 5
Cuz a 9 to 5 ain't me
Doin what I love to do is all that I need
Boy I got my team tryna live stress free
Cause I remember them long nights
In my dorm room back in kansas
Wit no money in my account
And no way home
But you wouldn't understand it
Cuz I was workin and lurkin
And livin life wit a purpose
My momma tellin me to get a job
Like "is it worth it?"
I gotta do a 9 to 5 that's an eight hour shift
I'd rather work an 808 and just light the spliff
I'd rather do what I love to do
Even if what I love to didn't pay
Cause there's much more to life
Than just goin to school and then workin eight hours like every day
So I treat haters kinda like a fat roll and
They ticked off and they hate but I'm gon' flex
Every chance that I get I spit devilish shit
That's the flame in my heart but there's no triple 6
What it is triple 6 minus 566
If you don't get with that than you not on my list
Stay anyway so let's be honest
Most of you niggas took an L in a generous way
Now niggs wanna be like feed me
Comin wit the games so I ghost like a ouija
No disrespect to them niggas
They only show love when they need me
You don't know shit about adversity
Droppin out from university just to do what you love
And I swear the devil keeps cursin me so fuck it
Fuck a 9 to 5 fuck a 9 to 5
My momma tellin me to get off my behind
Fuck a 9 to 5 fuck a 9 to 5
I'm gettin to the money I can't fall behind
No days off I'm no bueler
So I sat back and use my medulla
But niggas stealin my style
I never did the same
Nor bit why act like rasputia
See they get a little jealous when you pavin away
While they work a 9 to 5 and makin minimum wage
So why trip while I'm out doin shows in L.A.
Fuck that I'm makin more than you can make in a day
So I'm californicated
Strainin my shoes up like I was jamaican
I'm burnin bread let's have a toast
This moment calls for a celebration
Tell uncle sam imma get it how I can
Cause I do it for the love of it
Never do it for it for the fame or the money
Or the praise
So like every single chance imma do it for the fans
I'm the mothafuckin man
Cause I been in that lab
Workin like dexter mom inturrupt like DeeDee
Tellin me I should let go
Askin me "damn son you still keepin hope?"
Cause this rap shit it remind me of a???
And the tour it remind me of an A&R
They wanna bait you in
When your life's not still
Then cut your drive off
Then they wanna take charge
That's why I would never do a label
Cause when they can they would treat you like abel
So watch ya back my brother
And never listen to others
And never let em' steal your joy
Even if it's your mother
Cause see now my mother
Yea she thought this shit was temporary
Until I started puttin beats up in obituaries
So when I scream i'm the best
Y'all know that this hurt
But just know that we the modern day ben & jerry's motherfucker
Fuck a 9 to 5 fuck a 9 to 5
My momma tellin me to get off my behind
Fuck a 9 to 5 fuck a 9 to 5
I'm gettin to the money I can't fall behind