Perrion - Get a Job Lyrics
[Verse 1]They tell me find a job, but a nigga cannot survive off a 9 to 5Selling nicks and dimes won't cut itAnd now a nigga buzzingSo I'm looking for a budgetCuz your sister and your cousinHear and want to start cuttingUntil I'm nuttingTrying to get to the topI ain't even press a buttonIt's nothingPack two duffel bags with cashGotta work out my musclesTake them to the dealer so I can leave with two muscle carsEating mussels in a bar*****, I'm so bizarreSo far, then what you can fathom, I want to be living largeNo *****ing strings attached, I do not play guitarNo more being lenient, I'm trying to raise the *****ing barWith a couple barsAnd chilling, *****ing with a couple starsNiggas know that the flow is harder than dried tarMy GodPlayed daily on many iPodsAnd ***** around niggas will get split in half like a pie chartMy niggas don't play no *****ing games homieI'm driving persistent, listen I got my own lane, homieAsk them what they want, tell them what we got, that *****ing flame homieYour ***** running loose, you better get that ho tamed homieGot no time for these impostorsI'm smoking ganja, patiently waiting for the pastaFor the munchiesI see why these other niggas is grumpyBalling but their ***** *****ing with a rapper, Kris Humphries[Verse 2]Slow down P, ya killing themLeaving them in the dirt from 11th Ave to 1stTrying to make it to heaven, but still build up my worthIt's like I'm a drug dealer, fiends looking for that workSex, money, and drugsThe root of evil but its what gets honeys to loveTil they bless money aboveI'm sonning these niggas like I got a tummy to rubGod bless my unborn, he'd probably grow up to be a thugIf I kept him in the hood, shitWhen he turns 16 he should be living goodRiding around without a hoodI never been trash or a drag, no Michael ClarkeOnly time I go back on my words is when I recycle bars, niggaSee I've been rapping for a minute nowSo I know we about to make it, tell my homies simmer downI know it's been a whileSearching for that spinach nowGunning for the summer, so I'm lamping in the winter, howMany niggas you know rapping nowHow many of them biting on another rappers styleHow many of them really gonna make it rapping, nowThese fake Gs repping red like they're kappas, wow***** out of here, you niggas phonyDon't deserve the spot you own, my niggas died from holding the gripRest in peace my nigga AllenJust a young nigga wildingTil' the pigs took him down, shit
