[DMTR$G - Verse]

I ain't really seen the sun in so long

I ain't want this 9 to 5, I ain't want this 9 to 5

I ain't mean to work this job for so long

I just wanna see world, I just wanna feel alive

But that pension be a sentence, 65 to fucking life 

If I'm all about CREAM, nigga I'd be Oberweis 

How you do it for the peso, and you loose your common sense 

I just Euro step the bullshit, and I matador rest

So I chain smoke, then break away, 

Brakes all off of my car

I ain't slowing down or need park

Killing niggas like the ER

Turn these verb to yen, 

These noun to pounds, 

Money through ya speaker

But the flow is hotter than the devil, eat habaneros, with a heater, and a sweater cause he caught a fucking fever 

They say Meech just tryna flex, Im just doing what I love

And I'm just tryna run my town but these Js ain't holding up

Tryna get up in this game, Ain't no plans on getting dub

And it's okay

This cubicle ain't working

That 401 ain't worth it 

Living check to check it worthless

He a nigga, he urban

I mean is death is so certain

It's either streets or the service 

He ain't got a him purpose

I mean his curtain is closing

Sober gold be his circle 

I mean we Laura, they Urkel 

But that shits just the surface

But we working and we certain 40k ain't the goal

And these verses that we murking is gone make us some gold

So we

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Shoot for gold, baby shoot for gold

I ain't finna spend my life up in a cubicle 

Fuck that pencil pushing, 9 to 5 it ain't in my soul

You should know, You should know, You should know

[Bebe O'Hare - Verse]

Man this 9 to 5 ain’t it

Feel like ’99 in this bitch

Made my first dollar, that first job took 99 of them cents

Air Max ’95 on my kicks

Barely got $95 on my rent

Keep that last slice for the gas price, I put 9 on 9 in whip

& this right here going down as the flow of the century

Whatever meant to be is just meant for B, I make history

Never let ‘em take another cent from me

Rather take flight when they send for me

Know a couple niggas that’ll sin for me

They like kin to me & need bands on bands like a symphony

So, I save it can’t wait ‘til radio play it

Late night thoughts like how I’m gon’ say it?

Hey mama...nigga we made it!

Didn’t you pray it?

Didn’t you say it?

Didn’t you face it?

Didn’t you take it?

Didn’t I pave it?

Didn’t I chase it?

It’d be a bummer for me to go waste it

Back to basics, I’m in the zone

All in the basement, 4 in the morn

Trappin’ on niggas I’m home & alone

Feel like Sylvestor my niggas still on

This that feeling you get when you blown

Doing yo’ thing & they holler, you wrong

Couple months later they singing yo’ song

1st of the month, niggas trying to bone so

Fuck that pencil pushin’ 9 to 5 shit

I rather push the pencil to the pad & redefine shit

Tell a nigga play it then replay it like a vine clip

& when they throw the deal I’m making sure to read the fine print. Spit my life in all of these sessions

& I swear I’m countin’ these blessings

When bets up, I’m the best up it’s no need to bother with questions. No need to bother with flexin’

& I put that all on my soul

I’m the kind that’s never minor

But I’m mining bitch...I only shoot for gold

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