Dizzy Wright - Job lyrics

[Chorus] I wake up like a workin' man This sh** don't get no easier Wakin', bakin' in my day again 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, livin' proof I got sh** to do Makin' business moves Y'all n***as know what it is And if you don't, here's a head and 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 blackin' out Servin' n***as like it's happy hour But I ain't payin' for the drinks I just need some time to think This is good weed and I'm happy 'bout 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 Lookin' at me, stay FFFL Don't act, we's not friends Oh, what a job this is When it's time to rise, who is you ridin' 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 workin' man This sh** don't get no easier Wakin', bakin' in my day again 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] Yeah, written in stone, ain't no stoppin' it I'm finna get up outta this I'm under the radar, anonymous I'ma 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 fightin' 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, hittin' switches Mustang, got me stick shiftin' Dizzy hippy, yeah, the kids spinnin' 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 cuttin' strings Baby, know I hold the rock But they tried to hold me off I got 'em callin' 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 workin' man This sh** don't get no easier Wakin', bakin' in my day again 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