22 Hour Day Job

Lyrics

[Intro] You know time really against you man So when a mother fucker devalue your time It make you wanna smack their ass a few times You feel me? You know what I'm saying If I tell a mother fucker I'm gonna be there at three p.m I'm more than likely smoking weed outside at 2:30 Word You know what I'm saying Nice to meet you mother fuckers [Verse 1] Uh Catch me in the back smoking with democrats Not hugging a rapper I ain't into that Empty ass pockets I had [?] at the laundromat Hot as hell sneakers in the thermostat Grab a gat As the shots ring that's when I wrote a rap Choke a rapper cause his flow [?] (Naw) Money won't leave you unread for seven hours That's why I'd rather talk to money and an eighth of sour Take it to the face before I decide to break yours In order to give love you got to make more (Babe) Sick society maintained by collective participation Just look at Noname and that whole generation They the ones that feel like that I'm like a home cooked meal from scratch and milk From keeping Chicago on my back (Yup) I'm really a lonely stoner that loves the aroma The people that's dying is not homeowners (Nope) I wasn't taught to be real that's automatically infused All the homeless leaders looking for fumes I snap soon when they give me the room to I gave real sustenance to consume to I drop jams on the nation I went across the street it wasn't inflated (How?) I hopped on the beat, it sound like the greatest (Damn) I cropped my jeans 'cause nigga I am wavy You niggas can't replace me Mother fuckers steady trying to raise me They tried too many times but them niggas couldn't erase me You come in last place all the time Niggas saying that they wrote my rhymes niggas is lying (Ha) I try to bring peace but why bring peace But why bring peace if these people gon' be who they be Now that bridge burnt I might as well get high Fried like dropping a big blunt on a woman's thick thigh (Baby) Fell asleep after making a rap bake in my fitted hat Stole your Airpod, the pawn shop the way to get it back Y'all been winning for a while I been sitting back Getting back on track cause the career's unmatched The 'lac in the back of the crib is not mine Haters gon' hate cause they got time Tick, tick, tick Aw shit Tick, tick Aw shit Tick, tick Aw shit Haters gon' hate 'cause they got time Aw shit