{intro}
Tell em’ grab my mask, and tell ‘em grab my duffel bag yeah
If i don’t get this job, we gon’ do a drill tonight
{verse 1}
It’s gettin’ a lil dark, and i couldn’t get a job that’s frank
If i had a white mans face and a suit and a tie then i might get a loan from the bank
And if that don’t work imma go cop merch and return, with my guys in the bank
And if that don’t work imma up this tool you gon’ see me on the news with my guys in yo bank, ni**a
I just bought a cake, and every bite i got the truth
I just wanna own me something tell that white man, “loosen up the noose”
White man tried to {?} martyr my streets i put salt in the water, my people gon’ eat
I put dick in his daughter, gave sarah a feast but his {?} cause’ daddy ain’t like my race
{chorus}
Said i better, i better get this job man
Cause the 9-5 just won’t do the deal no more
Better get this job man, yeah
I don’t wanna sell no dope
Said i better get this job man
Cause this 9-5 just won’t do the deal no more
Say i better get this job man, yeah
Guess i gotta grab my pole (trapo)
{post-chorus}
I’m sorry officer, but i had a pint and i feel a lil nauseous (yeah)
I don’t usually do this often i promise, woah
I’m sorry officer, but i had a pint and i feel a lil nauseous (yeah)
I usually don’t do this often i promise, woah
I promise, woah (x3)
Promise, woah (x2)
I promise, woah
{outro}
(‘cause i want my reperations, i need allat!
They owe me some, and they owe me some
Imma get it, imma get every last dime man)
It’ll all work out
If i don’t get this job then i’m with my bro’s tonight
Tell ‘em grab my mask, and tell ‘em grab my duffel bag, yeah
Do a drill tonight, gotta make a livin’ right?
Right, drill tonight, we gon’ do this drill tonight
Gotta make a livin’ right?
Yeah, that.. by my side
Gotta do a drill tonight