Never Had a Job

Lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Santana] What? Squad! Gang 808 Mafia [Chorus: Fredo Santana] Wake up every day, bitch, I feel like a star Gang with me, don't get your ass popped Tweak with the squad, we gon' take this shit far Finesse a fucking clown, don't get your ass rocked Just bought some pints, man, finna get some pops When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car Real trap nigga, man, I never had a job Real trap nigga, man, I never had a job [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Spent a real big sack and it's still on the receipt in the register I just stepped out Balenciagas lavender Baptized your bitch, you know I gotta Reverend her Shit, we just committed, I ain't telling her Jury say I'm guilty, tryna stick me in the box Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top My young niggas fighting for they life, I gotta break 'em out Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out Slide down, we ain't dining in, we gotta take them out Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save 'em now Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, gotta make it out I'm addicted to money and fancy cars You ain't Glory Boy you ain't Savage Squad You know you can't be out after dark Let the tech and mac off, that's a damn menage My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj Went through her phone all I see is my collage I'm 61st and foreigns all up in my garages They be hating on me, tryna sabotage [Chorus: Fredo Santana] Wake up every day, bitch, I feel like a star Gang with me, don't get your ass popped Tweak with the squad, we gon' take this shit far Finesse a fucking clown, don't get your ass rocked Just bought some pints, man, finna get some pops When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car Real trap nigga, man, I never had a job Real trap nigga, man, I never had a job [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Sneak dissing on the net, I put money on your head Damn, the next day they found your ass dead All face shots, man, we don't shoot at legs Middle fingers to the opps, middle fingers to the feds I let them play with big guns like them ARs You ain't Glory Boy, you ain't Savage Squad You ain't from the streets, you ain't with the mob Caught a nigga slipping, I was camouflaged Shoot him in the face, leave him in his fucking yard With that fucking chopper, I be flipping cards Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad [Chorus: Fredo Santana] Wake up every day, bitch, I feel like a star Gang with me, don't get your ass popped Tweak with the squad, we gon' take this shit far Finesse a fucking clown, don't get your ass rocked Just bought some pints, man, finna get some pops When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car Real trap nigga, man, I never had a job Real trap nigga, man, I never had a job