Hustler - 5 To 9 lyrics

Have u ever worked 9 to 5, like my 9 to 5? It comes and it goes like it's a surprise. Ghetto laps, I was made to go round and round, Now nothing's more imp. to me than the hip hop beats, And it's sound that surrounds. Next race, and this one's a highway, I see flashin’ lights coz I'm entering the freeway. Karma, my weapon, Is my only camouflage, Nothing is second, Coz m a shining star. A will to make it happen And I just won’t stop, Boys around surround me while they are clapping, To the glorious beats of hip-hop. Yeah I got the beats, I got the lines, Feel the power of the bars, with my rhymes. Sleep for a moment, while I work out, A hustle on my way for a smooth smoke out. Nothing, now nothing can suffice me, If u don’t believe, go ahead and try me. I've started with my demo, coz it's high time, I amplify this heat. 9 to 5 wasn’t working for me, so I worked 5 to 9, Now I'm waiting for a deal. Blessings on my way and holy waters rain this time, This is all I have with a varied ba** line. Working all day and to suffer every second? Every second I went thru d pain, Coz my life just won't stop wreckin'. Goodness in my life were just few moments, Now I lost them even as a memory, coz everyhting’s f**in' broken. Sleeping with anger and disgust, I don’t wanna talk about it, I wanna million bucks, By selling the idea about it. Like a nomad in this city, I've come from the gra**roots of New Delhi. You don't know what it's like to struggle for a dime, I did it all and fought to struggle for A life 5 to 9. You are not like me, u must have done this once, think of d ma**acre if there was a reoccurrence. This is new, brand new, hip hop with the Base, it's a life cycle, so nothing goes waste. I don’t care if u try to weaken me... I've done this once... I'll do it again, even when m asleep I'll find d strength in me... spent my whole life doin' 9 to 5... so I go underground working 5 to 9... coz m done with my life now I need a record deal sign. I was doped, I broke, I couldn't get by 9 to 5 n I was a joke... what to say what to do... he can’t get by wid the f**ing daily blues... a true rapper Is an artist expressing himself... rolling in high speeds, waiting till the very end... I got hash that's pure... my life is made, now u know what My heart feels like that's y it's drug money I chase... Just wanted to love, now imagine what I have, What goes around comes back around, N this is a circle of life, remember that! For all you who didn't give it to me, It comes back around, Don’t expect a turn around spree... It's not that easy as I thought it would be, But I suppose this is how the splits are meant to be. You only know how to split it coz u can’t dig it, That's my style, watch me go far wid it. I’m a hustler and I can code it, My shipments are secure coz I wrote it. Everything's in motion when it's my deal, I’m a hustler and I know how to carry out my meals. The distributions r necessary, the priority is primary... I got nothing for ya, Except some pity. You can't make it thru the way I do it, whatever I say, I can, coz I don't want to prove it. My sign is on special places and is enough for me to get high, I spend time at bars alone and drink enough just to get by. Sitting in cafes alone, I never Wanted it, now you cry in misery and don’t come after me wanting it. Music is my love and life, I don’t care if u think it's lifeless, For me it's living and yeah it's priceless. f** that chord man, Coz I got no money to record, All I got is a song written n ready to dedicate to y'all... 9 to 5 being my life and I get retarded. I go for 5 to 9 as my rehab, they think I'm weakhearted.