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Lyrics

[Intro] Now if you feelin' how I'm feelin', put your hands up high Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-high (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) If you feelin' how I'm feelin', put your lighters in the sky Ky-ky-ky-ky-ky (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) [Verse 1] Now if you feelin' how I'm feelin', put your hands up high If you feelin' how I'm feelin', put your lighters in the sky I'll be damned if I ain't livin' the life I always wanted Started from the bottom as a youngin, gettin' blunted Now I run it like a marathon, ho, yeah, it's on, ho Hits, motherfucker, hits, Barry Bonds, ho In the studio for twenty-two days, I'm too paid Might fuck around and kick-flip in my new Js I got a show in Paris, then Tokyo, so I'm Lu-paid Fucked a shorty in Paris, I'm getting crème brûlée'd [Chorus] Fuck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything ain't what it seems When you followin' your dream Fuck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything ain't what it seems When you followin' your dream [Verse 2] How you feelin', ho? I'm making a killin', ho, really, yo Talkin' all that shit behind my back just like a silly (Ho) Had a dream, Dr. King, now that money ain't a thing I've been through a lot of pain, looking like we overcame Goddamn, life just ain't the same, all y'all know my name Fuck the fame, Maryland where I came, broke up in the game And it feel good, good, real good, good Now we livin' in the hills, pissin' off the neighborhood It's just me, Castro, and 6ix, going crazy in this bitch Plus my homie, Jon, and the whole RattPack, you know we on Livin' the life of a don while my homie, Slay, roll up the swisher I get richer while they hate, watch the money gravitate Finally eatin', grab a plate, hell yeah, that's soundin' great I've been high, I've been low, but there's one thing that I know It's been a long time comin', now my whole team got it And if you're hatin', suck a dick and bitch about it [Chorus] Fuck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything ain't what it seems When you followin' your dream Fuck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything ain't what it seems When you followin' your motherfucking dreams, yeah [Interlude: Richard Pryor] Know it's funny though, man, white people be kinda— And you ever noticed, like, you'd be the only nigga some place And you go where white people, they be like "You wanna move out of the way, fellas? Excuse me, thank you very much (Logic) Taking up all the fucking area, Jesus Christ, Je-Je-Je-Je-Je-J-Je-Jesus Christ" (Logic) I love when white dudes get mad and cuss, right? (Logic) 'Cause y'all are some funny motherfuckers when you cuss They-they be sayin' shit like, "Alright, cut the shit, cut-cut-cut the shit Fuck-fucking-fucking jerk off" [Chorus] Fuck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world (Rat-Rat-Rat-Rat-Rat Pack) Everything ain't what it seems When you followin' your dream (Rat-Rat-Rat Pack niggas) Fuck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything ain't what it seems When you followin' your motherfucking dreams, yeah