Unemployed

Lyrics

I must be a criminal (Yo)
 Keep your talkin' minimal (Yo)
 'Cause most of it's subliminal (Yo)
 And it'll put you in a critical (Yo, yo)
 Used to be invisible (Yo)
 They would refer to me as mythical (Yo)
 Sipping on Mastika, yeah, I sip it slow (Yo)
 Not on my level, not on your tippy-toes (Yo)
 Walk in the bank and I yell, gimme those (Yo)
 Hot as a stove, yeah, I'm wearing Fendi clothes (Yo)
 I'm want my spot, yeah, look at Wendy nose (Yo)
 My niggas eating, they getting minerals (Yo)
 If you throw shots, then you know my men'll roll (Yo)
 Up on your block, now you looking pitiful (Yo)
 Tinted the windows, I need a minute, yo (Yo)
 I'll leave your missus all mad and miserable (Go)
 You picked the wrong time to pick a fight
 Your bitch a dyke, she think she Ike
 You sippin' on a drink that's spiked
 Enough for you to say goodnight
 For the rest of your life
 I know your sons won't miss you
 I did a favor for them niggas
 Took a loss to a winner
 Rick Ross, you been dinner
 You ain't fly, I make your wings stop
 I'm real as fuck and your ring's not
 Fresh as hell like a king's socks
 Your real car is a slingshot
 Don't need a gun, I use a slingshot
 If I was a beverage
 You would have to drink hot
 Got a job I gotta do (Yo)
 I get down and dirty, too (Yo)
 What it is? What it do? (Yo)
 Same shit, nothin' new (Yo, yo)
 Got a job I gotta do (Yo)
 I get down and dirty, too (Yo)
 What it is? What it do? (Yo)
 Same shit, nothin' new (Yo)
 Got a job I gotta do (Yo)
 I get down and dirty, too (Yo)
 What it is? What it do? (Yo)
 Same shit, nothin' new (Yo)
 Got a job I gotta do (Yo)
 I get down and dirty, too (Yo)
 What it is? What it do? (Yo)
 Same shit, nothin' new (Go)
 Having flashbacks, where yo' past at?
 Where the cash at? Ayo, pass that
 I will stab backs just for bags, racks
 Front on me and I'll punch yo' ass flat
 Are you okay?
 Please don't ask that
 I don't act black, got a fat cat
 You a rat-rat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat-a-tat-tat
 Tattoos, but you can't see 'em
 Ice cold, yeah, I'm going skiing
 I get around at the Colosseum
 Used to roam around with no pot to pee in
 I was pissed off
 Get away with murder like Christophe
 You get criss-crossed in the big loft
 I'm a big boss
 So much sauce, I drip broth
 The wait is over, I'm takin' over (Yo)
 You're overweight, you ate a soda (Yo)
 I'm super sober, you doing coke (Yo)
 Coca-Cola (Yo, yo)
 Ahead of you, like a closure (Yo)
 When Troy died, I had to find some closure (Yo)
 Don't push me, bitch, I am not a stroller (Yo)
 Pop off on a nigga like bread in toaster (Yo)
 Double D-cup, you should use a coaster (Yo)
 I'm on the post
 I need the deal like kosher (Yo)
 So I shop it over, blue faces (Yo)
 And I call 'em Grovers (Yo)
 Butter pecan Rover, I'm that odor (Yo)
 Wanna be like me when I get older (Yo)
 Talked to God, then he came over (Yo)
 Talked to God, then he came over (Yo)
 Got a job I gotta do (Yo)
 I get down and dirty, too (Yo)
 What it is? What it do? (Yo)
 Same shit, nothin' new (Yo, yo)
 Got a job I gotta do (Yo)
 I get down and dirty, too (Yo)
 What it is? What it do? (Yo)
 Same shit, nothin' new (Yo)
 Got a job I gotta do (Yo)
 I get down and dirty, too (Yo)
 What it is? What it do? (Yo)
 Same shit, nothin' new (Yo)
 Got a job I gotta do (Yo)
 I get down and dirty, too (Yo)
 What it is? What it do? (Yo)
 Same shit, nothin' new (Go)
 

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Duration
02:48
Tempo
154 BPM

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