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    (Chorus)
    Hard to follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5
    People keep tellin me my check is on the way
    So sun up to sundown I’m grindin, tryin to make it by
    Prayin for my shift to come and take away the pain
    That day is finally here (x3)
    New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain,
    new wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here
    That day is finally here (x2)
    New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
    New wrist, knew that, knew this

    (Verse 1)
    No, no I won’t settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe
    I-I-I know it’s a struggle, but who the hell g’on do it for me
    Who the hell g’on do it free
    If I don’t get up and bust my ass, that’s my motto
    I can’t put my faith in the lotto, luck don’t stay nowhere near where I go
    Unless you ride that muthafucka
    And you be lucky enough to get away, in the grave
    What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid
    But I got grazed, the bullet went through
    But I ain’t get paid,
    Now what do I appreciate? My J-O-B
    Hey boss, I’m comin in late

    (Chorus)

    (Verse 2)
    Lil cousin got it right? and bike without no frame, ride the same rides without no brain?
    Life ain’t life, without no shame, if I make it out the hood, damn right I’m gon change
    My cell phone number
    But the area code still gon be 305 tho
    My friends who was my friends just like my kin
    Walked em in model?
    But please wipe your feet on the rug
    You can keep your shoes on, it’s all love
    Boy let me stop, im dreamin too much, now who the hell
    ?Gon give up a million bucks
    Nobody but God, right now I could use me one of them black cards
    I’m scarred, I fell apart, I came here with stars, its hard huh?

    (Chorus)

    (Verse 3)
    F-F-F-Findin me
    That day I been tryin to reach, that pay I been diein to see
    Boy them folk wouldn’t lie to me
    I thought money ain’t grow on trees
    Depends on the roots, how you plant that seed
    They quit, you can’t see no leaves
    Hold up, I need my versace’s
    Grace covers of magazines, my mother she proud of me
    Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn’t gon be shit
    Big yachts, every day I get seasick, I was broke, the prefix
    My book say “Why yall gave that nigga some cash?”
    I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? here it goes

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