Lyrics

You know A lot of people ask me how i do this every day How i wake up, how i do shows without getting paid for it Make songs without getting paid for it It seems like everything's money, man I'm becoming a prisoner to that Sometimes i think about it and i try to explain it to them like this I put my work in when i punch in the clock, i break a sweat for the love of my job, it's hip hop I never stop always up in the clock cuz it's my life, love, this is my job, it's hip hop I wonder can i keep my sanity while searching for the salary Cuz every time i try to speak some dummy try to battle me But on some intimate shit let's take it to the script Dude see the kicks in front of my face It makes me lick my lips Dreaming of chances to advance my status Credit checks got me feeling dirty like I'm fucking Magic My man, Dodson, said I'm driving off road Sideline running like I'm Gump eyes is on the gold This time i gotta fly while i'm having my fun High and roll another blunt cuz this one's for the soldiers Punch in the time clock, nine to five or five to nine Got plenty of time, repenting for they crime, why? Avoiding violence, inmate death, no press conference Throw him to the morgue and say the prison life got him Don't get much realer than You never getting much realer than that Don't get much realer than It's never really getting realer than that I put my work in when i punch in the clock, i break a sweat for the love of my job, it's hip hop I never stop always up in the clock cuz it's my life, love, this is my job Full of euphemisms, i'm militant, youthful wisdom Crew with a mindstate, that of a bastard is risen Out of the trenches, all for the benches Through all the nights questions cuz all of my day's prescient (?) Took the minimum and pushed it to the breach Expanded and ??? my life, moves, speeches Straight talker New york city listening, close your eyes, envision it Seizing the moment of atonement like a prisoner Till your own guilt, i'm living it now I'm touching snakeskin every time i reach for they pounds But i'm skilled, moving down, and i'm not ??? Cuz brothers talking while the other's reaching for his holster We getting close to nine, but we're better lying So half the nation's knowing ??? cuz they going blinding Til we relish on the street, it's irrelevant to Jes(us) Never settling for trees, i'm seeing all the better things I'm seeing all the better things in life No jewels, no whips but a wife like I'm trying to find a way to escalate my life like So you see...