Dizzy Wright - J.O.B. lyrics

[Chorus] I wake up like a working man This sh** don't get no easier Wake and bake and then my day begin Lord forgive me for my sins I been on my J.O.B On my J.O.B On my J.O.B You know where I be On my J.O.B On my J.O.B On my J.O.B You know where I be [Verse 1] Yeah, living proof I got sh** to do Making business moves Y'all n***as know what it is And if you don't, here's a hidden clue Yeah, I'm on the grind and a mission I'm the one that they gon' listen to Might drop a jam or two And he finna drop TGA2 How can they hate what I do? All white and I'm blacking out Serving n***as like it's happy hour But I ain't paying for the drinks I just need some time to think This is good weed and I'm happy about it This is my life, you can't sabotage it We grew up poor with no daddy options Locked in Still movin' to the top 10 Up early, worked it out Too bad my daddy never clocked in Looking at me stale FFL Don't act, we is not friends Oh, what a job this is When it's time to rise, who is you riding with? 'Cause we loco Mind say solo dolo Party on the weekend Like we not the locals Somehow, some [Chorus] I wake up like a working man This sh** don't get no easier [Wake and bake and then my day begin](12362552) Lord forgive me for my sins I been on my J.O.B On my J.O.B On my J.O.B You know where I be On my J.O.B On my J.O.B On my J.O.B You know where I be [Verse 2] Written in stone, ain't no stopping it I'm finna get up outta this I'm under the radar, anonymous I'm a get mine and it's obvious Tucked my shirt in like a gentleman High shorts, high socks Had to break the high top, Michael Vick and 'em Don't make me go bring the dogs out Make this sound like fighting words And if this a battle, then we can go all out No Ike and Tina, we don't hit the b**hes But a hater gotta bring them paws out Look, old-school, hitting switches Mustang, got me stick shifting Dizzy hippy, yeah, the kids spinning Can't stop, won't stop Until my first resale say 6 digits I grew up in Vegas, that's big business You can't relate, what you mean, homes? You must have fell for a fake image Skinny custom ripped jeans Had to cut 'em off, I ain't cutting strings Baby, know I hold the rock But they tried to hold me off I got 'em calling the double team So I split the middle Against the big and little Long periods of pear pressure But a profit don't do it for profit I beneficial when I know it's finna fit you [Chorus] So I wake up like a working man This sh** don't get no easier Wake and bake and then my day begin Lord forgive me for my sins I been on my J.O.B On my J.O.B On my J.O.B You know where I be On my J.O.B On my J.O.B On my J.O.B You know where I be