[Intro Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Wake up on my grind, I thank God that I'm alive
I ain't got no 9 to 5 but I'm not out here wasting time
Wake up on my grind, I thank God that I'm alive
I don't got no 9 to 5 but I'm not out here wasting time
Wake up on my grind, I ain't got no 9 to 5 (Nah)
Wake up on my grind, I ain't got no 9 to 5 (Nah)
Wake up on my grind, I ain't got no 9 to 5 (Blanco, Nipsey)
Wake up on my grind, I ain't got no 9 to 5 (Tha Jack)
[Verse 1: The Jacka]
Fresh up out the hall for bitin' a nigga nose off
Back in population with gangstas who barely doze off
Try and make 'em think you a killer but said you all talk
Try and be patiently waiting until we called up
Hella people locked right now, they all dark
Never could erase who we were, cold thoughts
Race through my third eye
Niggas gettin' L's who don't deserve life
For tryin' to keep his kids' neighborhood nice
If he could take it all back, he'd probably do what's right
But it's over, so he schooled his soldiers with a date
About the new world's secret agenda
And it all starts here in this place that you've entered
Take a look around, see, they made it for niggas
Pray you make it home, man, 'cause this ain't livin'
How your world fallin' and be so gifted?
You could see the worst right here in them prisons, nigga
Wake up on my grind, I thank God that I'm alive
I ain't got no 9 to 5 but I'm not out here wasting time
Wake up on my grind, I thank God that I'm alive
I don't got no 9 to 5 but I'm not out here wasting time
Wake up on my grind, I ain't got no 9 to 5 (Nah)
Wake up on my grind, I ain't got no 9 to 5 (Nah)
Wake up on my grind, I ain't got no 9 to 5 (Blanco, Nipsey)
Wake up on my grind, I ain't got no 9 to 5 (Tha Jack)
[Verse 1: The Jacka]
Fresh up out the hall for bitin' a nigga nose off
Back in population with gangstas who barely doze off
Try and make 'em think you a killer but said you all talk
Try and be patiently waiting until we called up
Hella people locked right now, they all dark
Never could erase who we were, cold thoughts
Race through my third eye
Niggas gettin' L's who don't deserve life
For tryin' to keep his kids' neighborhood nice
If he could take it all back, he'd probably do what's right
But it's over, so he schooled his soldiers with a date
About the new world's secret agenda
And it all starts here in this place that you've entered
Take a look around, see, they made it for niggas
Pray you make it home, man, 'cause this ain't livin'
How your world fallin' and be so gifted?
You could see the worst right here in them prisons, nigga
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