[Chorus] Look momma I don't wanna settle for no 9 to 5
Hard enuff time, being black stayin alive
I just wanna live off rap and get paid
Anything ta get me outta these slavery chains
I rather not settle for no average, weak job
Just over broke after weeks of working hard
I just wanna live off rap and get paid
Anything ta get away from these slavery chains
[Verse 1 - Y.S.A] Clocking in on a Monday Morning, I ain't even finish yawning
Dreams of having a status as big as Wale Folarin
Just Waiting on my callin', I don't know who gone call it
But this point of my life, I'm really tired of waiting on it
I'm Hired at the entry level
A Newcomer but they ain't treating u any special
Got me wrking extra hard, putttin money in my reach
Just to give u 250 at the end of the week
Thas weak, chump change, I don't want fame
Man, I'm just looking to get better on my stunt game
While these ni**as taking steps, I'll be on the express, like the two and three speeding past the one train, Mane
While I'm tryna get my fans up
I'm harra**ed by my boss to pull my pants up
Frustrating but I answer, her, every demand
Tol my momma imma quit, and she told me, u need ta MAN UP!
[Chorus] Look momma I don't wanna settle for no 9 to 5
Hard enough time, being black stayin alive
I just wanna live off rap and get paid
Anything ta get me outta these slavery chains
I rather not settle for no average, weak job
Just over broke after weeks of working hard
I just wanna live off rap and get paid
Anything ta get away from these slavery chains
[Verse 2 - Y.S.A] I give it to u millionaire flow
Tell me what the millionaires know
Poor, wit a millionaire soul
I bet she let me hit, if I was a millionaire.... HOE!
Its almost three in the morning, On my way back from the stu'
Tackling the dreams that I be tryna pursue
Tryna reach home before the purple skies turn blue
Need eight hours of sleep but I'm settling for two
I ain't spreading my blood sweat tears
Only to remain in this underground for years
How I grind, I should be Moungst Emcee's best
I guess these fans ain't ready to recieve me yet
But See me vex, see me stress, but I chill
All these fake ni**as winning I don't even know what's real
Shoutout ta Sitcom, that say she do it for the love
I would too, only if all my ends was meeting up
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[Verse 3 - Y.S.A]I give it to u millionaire flow
Tell me what the millionaires know
Poor, wit a millionaire soul
I bet she let me hit, if I was a millionaire.... HOE!
I know u scared of tht poverty rate
Wanting lottery cake
But everybody gotta do a f*ckin job tht they hate, (Go getcha hustle on!)
Don't ya brother and ya moms need supporting
Ain't that the main reason why u tryna make fortune
Help em outta that Hell hole before u reach the coffin
Workplace the plantation, slave owners are ya bosses
Hoping ya lyrics and these beats join forces
And get u outta that job where u been over exhausting
Overtime after Overtime, still writing rhymes
U just puttin in the over grind
But faith always keeps me walking wit a open mind
It's time for wrk, I know the rent is due today but mom listen...
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