Bebe O'Hare - Cubicle lyrics

[DMTR$G - Verse] I ain't really seen the sun in so long I ain't want this 9 to 5, I ain't want this 9 to 5 I ain't mean to work this job for so long I just wanna see world, I just wanna feel alive But that pension be a sentence, 65 to f**ing life If I'm all about CREAM, n***a I'd be Oberweis How you do it for the peso, and you loose your common sense I just Euro step the bullsh**, and I matador rest So I chain smoke, then break away, Brakes all off of my car I ain't slowing down or need park k**ing n***as like the ER Turn these verb to yen, These noun to pounds, Money through ya speaker But the flow is hotter than the devil, eat habaneros, with a heater, and a sweater cause he caught a f**ing fever They say Meech just tryna flex, Im just doing what I love And I'm just tryna run my town but these Js ain't holding up Tryna get up in this game, Ain't no plans on getting dub And it's okay This cubicle ain't working That 401 ain't worth it Living check to check it worthless He a n***a, he urban I mean is d**h is so certain It's either streets or the service He ain't got a him purpose I mean his curtain is closing Sober gold be his circle I mean we Laura, they Urkel But that sh**s just the surface But we working and we certain 40k ain't the goal And these verses that we murking is gone make us some gold So we [Chorus] x2 Shoot for gold, baby shoot for gold I ain't finna spend my life up in a cubicle f** that pencil pushing, 9 to 5 it ain't in my soul You should know, You should know, You should know [Bebe O'Hare - Verse] Man this 9 to 5 ain't it Feel like '99 in this b**h Made my first dollar, that first job took 99 of them cents Air Max '95 on my kicks Barely got $95 on my rent Keep that last slice for the gas price, I put 9 on 9 in whip & this right here going down as the flow of the century Whatever meant to be is just meant for B, I make history Never let ‘em take another cent from me Rather take flight when they send for me Know a couple n***as that'll sin for me They like kin to me & need bands on bands like a symphony So, I save it can't wait ‘til radio play it Late night thoughts like how I'm gon' say it? Hey mama...n***a we made it! Didn't you pray it? Didn't you say it? Didn't you face it? Didn't you take it? Didn't I pave it? Didn't I chase it? It'd be a bummer for me to go waste it Back to basics, I'm in the zone All in the basement, 4 in the morn Trappin' on n***as I'm home & alone Feel like Sylvestor my n***as still on This that feeling you get when you blown Doing yo' thing & they holler, you wrong Couple months later they singing yo' song 1st of the month, n***as trying to bone so f** that pencil pushin' 9 to 5 sh** I rather push the pencil to the pad & redefine sh** Tell a n***a play it then replay it like a vine clip & when they throw the deal I'm making sure to read the fine print. Spit my life in all of these sessions & I swear I'm countin' these blessings When bets up, I'm the best up it's no need to bother with questions. No need to bother with flexin' & I put that all on my soul I'm the kind that's never minor But I'm mining b**h...I only shoot for gold [Chorus] x4