Nixon - Job lyrics

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Nixon - Job lyrics

[Intro] Talkin' bout what blunt This blunt right here [Verse 1: Art Morera] I'm gonna win, it's only a matter of when Before I begin, you wouldn't understand unless you're in the game we in Others came and went, being me I've been here Best rapper you'll ever hear, ahead of my time like every year Guess you can call it a gift and a curse, artists like me experiment Put sh** out that be so fresh, rappers bite like Spearmint When you look at their videos, all you seein' is pyramids I be putting out works of art, they take my lyrics and mirror it You never know, I might skip town I ain't sittin' around these motherf**ers Did that some years ago up in Vero Beach, bunch of mud truckers And since then, I've been slanging weed and hamburgers like Fuddruckers In my city, these show promoters are blood s**ers Even though I bring the ruckus When you're hitting my trees, only thing equal to it is being abducted Bump this, get your whole club jumpin' You're entitled to your opinion but for me to say that your sh** is dope when it just wasn't Goes up against the way I feel, I don't mind telling y'all once again [Hook: Art Morera] Get on your job (b**h) Get on your job This a breath of fresh air homie, thank God Turning up the volume knob, can't hear you dawg [Verse 2: Art Morera] Scrolling down my iPhone, styrofoam cup half full Of spiked punch some dime poured me I'm Eiffel tower high, fool My weed stories have you leaning forward You'll get floored, be careful You've been forewarned, if you dare fall it ain't their fault Say you can like aerosol, they'll shoot you down like air a**aults "Get the f** from my fly zone" when you the one they got eyes on I ain't tired, I'm fire stoned it's why you seeing my eyes low Fast car driving slow, play the game in survival mode Tunnel vision, kaleidoscope You get anywhere with the right approach Still fly if I'm riding coach, one match one tiny roach I have high hopes this resonates with ya The message is the main mission, let your brain switch up Go against the grain, let them hate, go check my resume´ As I resume attune like you pressing play I'm the opposite of oblivious, out of all my friends I'm the busiest It don't stop, swear to God that's how it really is When your goal's to be on top with a million and a private yacht And a bunch of bad hoes vibin' out Real heads know what I'm talking 'bout So I'm like [Hook: Art Morera] Get on your job (b**h) (You need to) Get on your job This a breath of fresh air homie, thank God Turning up the volume knob, can't hear you dawg What? I can't hear you...