Doin My Job lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look, I got my first job at 17 years old
Worked at Gregaros in that plaza out on Linden Road
Dishwasher trying not to slip on f*cking soap
Walk through the kitchen, slipped and burnt my arm on the f*cking stove
Long as I make my lil' money, sh*t was beautiful
Just trying to make some bread to get equipment for my studio
Never gave a f*ck about a job that wasn't music
But if it help with my hustle, I'm like f*ck it, I'ma do it
Boss yelling at me, like I give a f*ck
Look, while he's screaming, I'm day dreaming about the day that I'ma live it up
Hated every minute, cashing checks and breaking dishes
Other n*ggas feel like this what they want to do for a living
Hell naw, I'd rather starve than work this hard for another man
Slave every month and barely bring home a couple grand
I used to want to spaz and show my ass ya'll, I swear to God
Music was my passion and this was just a f*cking job

[Bridge]
I mean you know what I'm saying
I was just a young n*gga, just trying to, just trying to get my money
Ya know, I ain't want too much, man
Just catch me some b*tches at the expo
Ya know, hit Pirate's Park up, ya know what I'm saying?

[Verse 2]
My second job, I was 20 and it wasn't about the money
I was moving to Orlando and I couldn't leave with nothing
I filled out an application at Big John's Steak and Onion
Week later, called me back, I'm like here we go, f*ck it
Now this job was worst than the first
My boss was a b*tch who used to stress all the time about how I was stocking the chips
I told her I would do better like and to told her to suck my di*k
And the loser that worked the grill was a racist and full of sh*t
The whole staff like it's life or death over fast food
Every morning saying short prayers in the bathroom
Lord, please tell me you know I don't wanna be here
The faster I get money then the faster I can leave here
Put a smile on your face, do it for the team's sake
They hated that I had a dream outside of flipping cheese steak
Always tried to deter me saying no way I could beat the odds
Music was my passion, that was just a f*cking job
[Bridge]
I mean I couldn't stand that b*tch, man
I'm talking about for real
I remember I used to be like drawing like lil' lil' all varsity logos and sh*t on the back of receipts in my spare time
This b*tch told me not to do that because it was making the other workers feel like my mind wasn't on the job
b*tch, my mind not on the job, what the f*ck you talking about?

[Verse 3]
The last job I ever had, waited a month for them to call me back
Moving to Miami figure working at this [out to plan to help me get some bread before I leave?]
The end result of that was stress, stress and more f*cking stress, yeah all of that
Boss' name was Victor and he thought rapping was a mockery
He made himself feel better at meetings by f*cking mocking me
Possibly, did he think his words was really stopping me
Saying, I'm trying to look out for you brother
But got it out for me, f*ck paint, f*ck drilling, was thinking about a million
I don't belong in this place, have you ever had that feeling
I respect my co-workers because they had to feed their children
But that just wasn't for me and Victor saw that and it killed him
Young n*gga with ambition, taking everything he's dishing
That was all I heard, but was strong enough not to listen
Donielle called me cause she seen me on the TV spittin'
And all she could say was damn yon you really did it

[Outro]
HA! Now let's be clear man
It is nothing wrong with any of these occupations, I'm rapping about
I'm just saying if that's not what the f*ck you wanna do
Do NOT let these mother f*ckers guilt trip you into doing some sh*t you gonna hate for the rest of your life
Chase your dream don't let nothing stop you
sh*t, that's what I did, I'm living proof, and I'm from Flint Michigan, and if I can do it, any of ya'll can do it
Straight up, man, ain't no excuses, excuses is useless, I mean that sh*t
If you don't wanna do it, quit that mother f*cking job immediately, n*gga
Fore you f*cking look around and it's 20 years later, n*gga
And you wondering how the f*ck you got gray hairs with THESE mother f*ckers
Now what I'm saying?