11.50

Jalil cookin' up another batch

Lost my job
For somethin' stupid
That just mean I polly need to focus on this music
I'm sittin' on a gold mine gift
I should use it but the gift ain't gave me gold yet
'Cause' I been goin' through it

Let me tell you a story bout' this job I had
I was hired on the spot and it made me glad
I was fired in a month, the owner said I wasn't passionate
But how I'm gone be passionate?

I only make eleven (leven leven leven) fifty
What make you think I wanna jump up out the bed
To make eleven (leven leven leven) fifty
What make you think I wanna work for you?

I heard Amazon was paying people fifteen ones
Got a job and I was fired after 'bout six months
I was well up out the country tryna have some fun
Then came back to my job, playing the victim
Went to another company and I had three interviews
Found out I rap and said, "My socks doesn't fit with they shoes"
Was it the hair or the swag that gave away what I do?
Was it the Google search image that had gave you a clue?

Was it the nose ring?
Nah I took that out cause' I knew
That if you seen that you woulda sent me out of the room
I could polly get a job at Harris Teeter makin' nine somethin'
Work for bout' a year
Get a raise just to make

Eleven (leven leven leven) fifty
What make you think I wanna jump up out the bed
To make eleven (leven leven leven) fifty
What make you think I wanna work for you?

Should I rap or should I go back to school?
Make a decision
Two pills, it's either red or it's blue
They said, "Pray about it" I did now what do I do?
A wise man said, "Your gifts will make room for you"
I spent fifty thousand dollars up at USC
But with a God given talent you don't need a degree
The only thing about school is the people you meet
(Jalil cookin' up another)
He the one on the beat

I'm like, what I'ma do with just eleven fifty?
Nothing
Aint gettin' no younger
They been jammin' my buttons
My friend a CNA but her check ain't hittin' on nothin'
'Less she doin' overtime but her time is all that she wanted

My time is all that I want
I'm tryna get on a beat
Pay a couple of bills, make sure the family eat
Maybe even do a show
The doors open up at nine somethin'
Hit a flow, do a show and be in bed around eleven

Fifty
And be in bed around eleven
Fifty



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Writer(s): Eric Hicklen
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