Epik Beats - N.Q.Y.D.J. (Woop!) lyrics

[Verse 1] Okay, I been at this sh** since I was a little kid spittin' in the lunch lines Used to think of 16's at a table ‘fore I hit teens, n***a that's some lunch lines I was made for the music, and I try really hard not to lose it But it's hard when people be holdin' me back, asking me "show and prove" With most people my age, you see them working 9 to 5's But I work that 12 to 12 until my time for sleep arrives Got co-signs for what I say, they seen me work with Clifford eyes But all I hear is bull I can't understand, so I reply *gasp* (わからない) And if all that sh** was not enough People questioning my movements steppin' up to call fake bluffs Twitter fingers must get sore from tweeting sh** they think is deep They just tell me water's wet, but all that sh** they just should keep, I'm sayin'… [Pre-Hook] Rappers preach about the fact they gettin' all the bucks Talkin' all about that fame, all about the lux I can understand the fakin' it until you make it But if you try to fake it so long, you're gonna have to go ahead and say you're sh** outta luck So… [Hook x2] (Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop!) Never quit your day job, homie (Woop! Woop! Woop!) Never had to get one ‘cuz I stayed hot, homie (Woop! Woop!) You can give it all you got ‘til you got it on lock, but Until then, crony, one more… (WOOP!) Never quit your day job, homie [Verse 2] Man, I done been through a lot tryna get to where the hell I am today Might not have been no G sh**, but it's all troubles when you slice it either way I been serious about hip-hop but all my closest people ever did was clown me Ain't nobody got my back back then; I had no friends even when they were around me Where the hell was they when I was gettin' f**in' dragged to pieces whenever I came out of the closet? Where the hell was they when I landed in rock bottom I had a mind and practically lost it? Where the hell was they when I attended grade school, taking all the racism from the system? Where the hell was they when the angel of d**h was knockin' on my door and I had fortunately missed him? But ain't nothing left for me to prove; I arose out of all that mess With a smile on my face now I walk even taller; thank the Lord that I got this blessed The last damn thing I really need is another rapper sayin' that I can't even do it And as long as you're being honest with me, I guess I can go ahead and tell you that… [Pre-Hook] Rappers preach about the fact they gettin' all the bucks Talkin' all about that fame, all about the lux I can understand the fakin' it until you make it But if you try to fake it so long, you're gonna have to go ahead and say you're sh** outta luck So… [Hook x2] (Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop!) Never quit your day job, homie (Woop! Woop! Woop!) Never had to get one ‘cuz I stayed hot, homie (Woop! Woop!) You can give it all you got ‘til you got it on lock, but Until then, crony, one more… (WOOP!) Never quit your day job, homie [Bridge] While you were sleepin', I been up Recording all these things and stuff So claim that you the best I throw my CD out to call your bluff I just keep it honest, y'all I ain't tryna start at all But if you want some beef Just name the game: Tekken, Melee, or Brawl (While you were sleepin', I been up Recording all these things and stuff So claim that you the best I throw my CD out to call your bluff) Tell me that I'm not that raw Or tell me that I'm bound to fall And you spit too, I have three words To say to you: f** you all You know what? [Pre-Hook] Rappers preach about the fact they gettin' all the bucks Talkin' all about that fame, all about the lux I can understand the fakin' it until you make it But if you try to fake it so long, you're gonna have to go ahead and say you're sh** outta luck So… [Hook x2] (Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop!) Never quit your day job, homie (Woop! Woop! Woop!) Never had to get one ‘cuz I stayed hot, homie (Woop! Woop!) You can give it all you got ‘til you got it on lock, but Until then, crony, one more… (WOOP!) Never quit your day job, homie