J-Beatz - Fire Me lyrics

Yaddidye [Verse] Woke up & I was like "n***a this is not my day" Looked at the time on my phone & gottdammit, I'm late Should I call in? Man f**, I got nothing to say I guess I'll get ready then I'm on my way But I'm so sick & tired, I mean sick & tired I'm so pissed cause I don't wanna be at work That's eight hours of my life that I can't get back Dealing with attitudes & my boss' b**h a** Man, that check be so clutch tho. I got bills to pay, I need gas to drive I clocked in, but I left my badge & I'm just so pissed cause the manager is asking why He like "Listen, will you pay attention? How many times do I gotta tell you that you're slippin'? Plus you been late four times this week I gotta keep telling you this. I'm tryna run a business I know alot of people that would k** to be in your position, but you never listen What, you're better than this? Clean your act up. If you act up once again, then I'm calling backup & you can just pack up. Get to work" b**h, hol' up. What?, hol' up Watch how you talk to me 'fore you get swole up As long as I been here, yall ain't gave me no love Yall treat yall workers like they got Ebola Constantly talk to me like Imma comedy. This ain't defining me All of the high ups is rich & they ornery, ain't got respect for me? Why would you hire me ? Honestly...I'm sick of this sh**. Ain't got no benefits, barely get hours I barely get time of enjoyment of lunch Because when yall need help, you got me on the hunt & man I don't get paid enough. Where's my promotion? I promise I stayed enough I held my tongue & I swear I been quiet too long Some of my co-workers feel that it's wrong Look at the sh** that we go through for money, all of the feelings that we bottle up All of the checks that we get after taxes destroy us, I swear that it's just not enough All of the sh** that go through with customers b**hin' & cryin' off what we supplyin' Like I make the prices & If jump stupid right back then I'm wrong. & I ain't got time & It's fine because when I go out, Imma customer too so I feel the frustration But f** this, I'm not Meant for this life. I'm an artist whose starving who happens to be the one pissed on the clock & b**h, I'm just not taking no sh** from chauvinist biggot You hold no resentment so f** you & f** this establishment twice Cause I don't need money but having it's nice In other words... [Hook] n***a, fire me! n***a, fire me! b**h, I don't give a f** n***a, fire me Somebody else will hire me, Somebody else will hire me [Bridge] I just gotta go strong, f** a job cause I don't Wanna be living a life where I do not enjoy what I did when I'm old Drug dealers stay strong, stripper hoes stay strong That money got power, but do you got power without it? But what if its gone?