Chief Keef - Never Had A Job lyrics

[Chorus: Fredo Santana] Wake up every day, b**h I feel like a star Gang with me don't get your a** popped Tweak with the squad we gon' take this sh** far Finesse a f**ing clown don't get your a** rocked Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car Real trap n***a, man I never had a job Real trap n***a, man I never had a job [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Spent a real big sack and it's still on the receipt in the register I just stepped out Balenciagas eleven duh Baptized your b**h you know I gotta Reverend her sh** we just committed I ain't telling her Jury say I'm guilty, tryna stick me in the box Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top My young n***as fighting for their life, I gotta break them out Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out Slide down, we ain't dining in, we got to take them out Leave a f** n***a on the ground and have them rake em out Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, got to make it out I'm addicted to money and fancy cars You ain't Glory Boy you ain't Savage Squad You know you can't be out after dark Let the tech and mac off, that's a damn menage My b**h got an a** like Nicki Minaj Went through her phone all I see is my collage I'm 61st and foreigns all up in my garages They be hating on me trying to sabotage [Chorus: Fredo Santana] Wake up every day, b**h I feel like a star Gang with me don't get your a** popped Tweak with the squad we gon' take this sh** far Finesse a f**ing clown don't get your a** rocked Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car Real trap n***a, man I never had a job Real trap n***a, man I never had a job [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Sneak dissing on the net I put money on your head Damn, the next day they found your a** dead All face shots man we don't shoot at legs Middle finger to the opps, Middle finger to the feds I let them play with big guns like them ARs You ain't Glory Boy, you ain't Savage Squad You ain't from the streets, you ain't with the mob Caught a n***a slipping, I was camouflaged Shoot him in the face leave him in his f**ing yard With that f**ing chopper, I be flipping cards Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad [Chorus: Fredo Santana] Wake up every day, b**h I feel like a star Gang with me don't get your a** popped Tweak with the squad we gon' take this sh** far Finesse a f**ing clown don't get your a** rocked Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car Real trap n***a, man I never had a job Real trap n***a, man I never had a job