SDotBraddy - 9 To 5 lyrics

[Verse 1] f** a 9 to 5 Cause a 9 to 5 ain't me Doin what I love to do Is all that i need Boy, I got my team Tryna live stress free Cause i remember them long nights In my dorm room back in Kansas With no money in my account And no way home But you wouldn't understand it Cause I was working and lurking And living life with a purpose My momma telling me to get a job Like is it worth it I got to do a 9 to 5 That's an 8 hour shift I rather work an 808 And just light the spliff I rather do what I love to do Even if what I love to do Didn't pay cause there's much more to life Then just going to school And then working it off everyday So I show my haters[???] [???] but I'm gon' flex Every chance that I get I spit devilish sh** That's that flame in my heart but there's no triple 6 But it is triple 6 minus 566 If you don't get with that, then you not on my list [???] let's be honest most you n***as took an L In a generous way Now n***as wanna be like "Feed Me" Coming with the games I ghost like a ouija No disrespect to them n***as They only show love when they need me You don't know sh** about adversity Droppin off from universities Just to do what you love And I swear the devil keep cursing me So f** it [Hook]x2 f** a 9 to 5 f** a 9 to 5 (f** That) My Momma Telling me To get off my behind (f** That) f** a 9 to 5 f** a 9 to 5 (f** That) I'm gettin to the money I can't fall behind [Verse2] No days off, I'm no Bueller So I sit back and use my Medulla My n***a stealing my style I never did the same Nor bit, why act like Rasputia? See they get a little jealous When you paving the way While they work a 9 to 5 And making minimum wage Why trip when I'm out Doing shows in LA f** that I'm making more than you can make in day So I'm Californicating [???] like I was a Jamaican I'm burning bread Let's have a toast This moment cause for a celebration Tell Uncle Sam I'mma get it how can Cause I do it for the love of it And never do it for the man Or the fame or the money Or the praise So at every single chance Imma do it for the fans Im the motherf**ing man [Verse 3] Cause I been in the lab Working like Dexter Mom interrupt like DeeDee Telling me I should let go Asking Me "[???] are you still keeping hope" Cause this rap sh** It remind me of a [???] And the [???] remind me of an A&R They want to bait you in When your life not still Then cut your drive off Then they want to take charge That's why I would never do a label Cause when they cain they'll treat you like abel So watch your back my brother And never listen to others And never ever let'em steal your joy Even if it's your mother Cause see my mother Yeah she thought this sh** was temporary Until I started putting beats up in obituaries So when I scream I'm the best [???] Just know that we the modern day Ben & Jerry's Motherf** them [Hook]x2 f** a 9 to 5 f** a 9 to 5 (f** That) My Momma Telling me To get off my behind (f** That) f** a 9 to 5 f** a 9 to 5 (f** That) I'm gettin to the money I can't fall behind