Underpaid lyrics

[Verse]
Wooh, I'm so underpaid (underpaid, underpaid), but f*ck it, these the under days
Got to put in work like a hundred slaves, swear that I'm so underpaid
I be gettin' straight to the money, no stops (no stops, not stops)
No fear, n*gga, unafraid, it's win or die, like the Hunger Games
Wooh, I swear that I'm so underpaid
I swear that I be gettin' straight to the money
No time for the sleep, gotta handle my business
Young n*ggas gettin' killed, it's the cycle of life, I'm tryna break it like dishes
Young n*gga grindin' hard, puttin' in that overtime (what?)
Do it all for the riches (for the riches)
No time for a hater, no thoughts for a thot (for a thot)
Middle finger to the b*tches, ugh
Focused on my drive and these lines is what separates us
I'm tryna make a lane for a n*gga
All these dimes hangin' 'round and they fightin' over pennies (over pennies)
Well, I'm glad you see a change in the n*gga, ugh
Look, goin' Drizzy Drake on a n*gga, blowin' up
And Nothing Was The Same for a n*gga
Breakin' up a box, David Blaine on a n*gga
Flow crack, and I whip it up a Range for a n*gga
They ain't workin', they be fakin' with the hustlers
Who you think you're foolin' n*gga?
Black Mamba work ethic, Kobe Bryant with the shot (with the shot)
If I don't make it, I keep shootin' n*gga
Wooh, Kobe face, Kobe face, Kobe face (what)
From a place, we don't ever know we safe (naw)
Every day, n*ggas shootin' like it's Golden State (bop)
And tuck the burner in the bushes, that's a throwaway, ugh
Diamonds blue and yellow like it's IKEA (IKEA, IKEA)
And it's brighter than my ideas and R.I.P. to Aaliyah
But I'm one in a million, I can't stomach the feelin'
Of being broke till I'm dead, that's just so unappealin'
I murder beats, you could say I'm makin' a killin'
I'm from the streets, cookin' up to feed me a village
We gotta eat, every day I'm faced with decisions
Like do I grind and go get stacks, buy dimes and flip all that
Weight, sh*t 'cause I need a break boy, no Kit-Kat
Street n*gga, gotta stay on my toes, boy no Tic-Tac
n*gga ridin' around with a heavy pimp and a number 1, that's Big Mac
Keep it one hundred like I'm summer days (waht)
Street smarts, reminiscent to my dumber days
Now, I'm gettin' sex money, boy, I'm f*ckin' paid
But still feelin' like I'm underpaid
Wait, battle like D
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With the flow mastered and conquer the beats
The coldest flow holdin' the POTUS hostage
And watchin' the worlds monsters be monsters
Frankenstein be the Congress, Ben Franklin the gospel
[?] bringin' poilice killings to light but f*ck it justice if is nothin'
Brothers still brothers and sisters still sisters, my brother even with chains on
In a way we becomin' slaves, still feelin' like we underpaid