[Verse 1]
Been through that nine to five
With the loot in mind, near suicide
Now I'm selling yours, if you refuse to die
Punch your clock like I bruise your eyes
From looking overtime, don't be too surprised
That you losing life, who am I?
That guy in a suit and tie
Providing sudden death just for you tonight
They don't like how I chop it up
Better stop responding if you won't follow up
Ain't working hard, but it's hardly luck
Can't shut me down like I popped a trunk
All y'all suck, whether friend or enemy
Sacrifice yourself, or expend your team
Done working with you, end of the week
Work you to death, end of the weak
Never stressing, I won't shed my energy
I retire, then the game is dead with me
Catch me laying my head up on the beach
Grab your girl's hair, while she beg on her knees
Cursed demon? Guess she's a freak
Wishing that her man dressed this chic
Getting more likes, ratio technique
Hard to kill me when I stand on what I speak
If you don't, you about to know
Walking up to any foe
You hearing that grade one flow?
More rizz than Gojo though
Leave 'em all with more stitches
When I got that twenty twenty vision
Hit me, it's a wall you hitting
Come test how I'm built different
Been through that nine to five
With the loot in mind, near suicide
Now I'm selling yours, if you refuse to die
Punch your clock like I bruise your eyes
From looking overtime, don't be too surprised
That you losing life, who am I?
That guy in a suit and tie
Providing sudden death just for you tonight
They don't like how I chop it up
Better stop responding if you won't follow up
Ain't working hard, but it's hardly luck
Can't shut me down like I popped a trunk
All y'all suck, whether friend or enemy
Sacrifice yourself, or expend your team
Done working with you, end of the week
Work you to death, end of the weak
Never stressing, I won't shed my energy
I retire, then the game is dead with me
Catch me laying my head up on the beach
Grab your girl's hair, while she beg on her knees
Cursed demon? Guess she's a freak
Wishing that her man dressed this chic
Getting more likes, ratio technique
Hard to kill me when I stand on what I speak
If you don't, you about to know
Walking up to any foe
You hearing that grade one flow?
More rizz than Gojo though
Leave 'em all with more stitches
When I got that twenty twenty vision
Hit me, it's a wall you hitting
Come test how I'm built different
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