[Verse 1]
Yeah, look, I got my first job at 17 years old
Worked at Gregaros in that plaza out on Linden Road
Dishwasher trying not to slip on fucking soap
Walk through the kitchen, slipped and burnt my arm on the fucking stove
Long as I make my lil' money, shit was beautiful
Just trying to make some bread to get equipment for my studio
Never gave a fuck about a job that wasn't music
But if it help with my hustle, I'm like fuck it, I'ma do it
Boss yelling at me, like I give a fuck
Look, while he's screaming, I'm day dreaming about the day that I'ma live it up
Hated every minute, cashing checks and breaking dishes
Other niggas feel like this what they want to do for a living
Hell naw, I'd rather starve than work this hard for another man
Slave every month and barely bring home a couple grand
I used to want to spaz and show my ass ya'll, I swear to God
Music was my passion and this was just a fucking job
[Bridge]
I mean you know what I'm saying
I was just a young nigga, just trying to, just trying to get my money
Ya know, I ain't want too much, man
Just catch me some bitches at the expo
Ya know, hit Pirate's Park up, ya know what I'm saying?
[Verse 2]
My second job, I was 20 and it wasn't about the money
I was moving to Orlando and I couldn't leave with nothing
I filled out an application at Big John's Steak and Onion
Week later, called me back, I'm like here we go, fuck it
Now this job was worst than the first
My boss was a bitch who used to stress all the time about how I was stocking the chips
I told her I would do better like and to told her to suck my dick
And the loser that worked the grill was a racist and full of shit
The whole staff like it's life or death over fast food
Every morning saying short prayers in the bathroom
Lord, please tell me you know I don't wanna be here
The faster I get money then the faster I can leave here
Put a smile on your face, do it for the team's sake
They hated that I had a dream outside of flipping cheese steak
Always tried to deter me saying no way I could beat the odds
Music was my passion, that was just a fucking job
Yeah, look, I got my first job at 17 years old
Worked at Gregaros in that plaza out on Linden Road
Dishwasher trying not to slip on fucking soap
Walk through the kitchen, slipped and burnt my arm on the fucking stove
Long as I make my lil' money, shit was beautiful
Just trying to make some bread to get equipment for my studio
Never gave a fuck about a job that wasn't music
But if it help with my hustle, I'm like fuck it, I'ma do it
Boss yelling at me, like I give a fuck
Look, while he's screaming, I'm day dreaming about the day that I'ma live it up
Hated every minute, cashing checks and breaking dishes
Other niggas feel like this what they want to do for a living
Hell naw, I'd rather starve than work this hard for another man
Slave every month and barely bring home a couple grand
I used to want to spaz and show my ass ya'll, I swear to God
Music was my passion and this was just a fucking job
[Bridge]
I mean you know what I'm saying
I was just a young nigga, just trying to, just trying to get my money
Ya know, I ain't want too much, man
Just catch me some bitches at the expo
Ya know, hit Pirate's Park up, ya know what I'm saying?
[Verse 2]
My second job, I was 20 and it wasn't about the money
I was moving to Orlando and I couldn't leave with nothing
I filled out an application at Big John's Steak and Onion
Week later, called me back, I'm like here we go, fuck it
Now this job was worst than the first
My boss was a bitch who used to stress all the time about how I was stocking the chips
I told her I would do better like and to told her to suck my dick
And the loser that worked the grill was a racist and full of shit
The whole staff like it's life or death over fast food
Every morning saying short prayers in the bathroom
Lord, please tell me you know I don't wanna be here
The faster I get money then the faster I can leave here
Put a smile on your face, do it for the team's sake
They hated that I had a dream outside of flipping cheese steak
Always tried to deter me saying no way I could beat the odds
Music was my passion, that was just a fucking job
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