Company Time/Wage Slave

See that's where you got me fucked up
'Cause I'm grateful for my lil' fifteen a hour
All I'm sayin' is these companies gon' ho you
So yeah I get my fiber in before I go to work
'Cause you gon' pay me shit, you gon' pay for shit
Ha, ya feel me?

Takin' a shit on company time (Yeah!)
Fuckin' yo bitch on company time (Okay!)
She work in payroll whole time (Yeah!)
She hop on the boing I get overtime (Okay!)
I know they robbin' niggas for time (Okay!)
I'm not a stain I count every dime (Uh-huh)
Count every minute they get out my life
Count every penny I get from a rhyme (Oh yeah!)
Supervisor sayin' clock out for lunch?
(Huh?) (Uh, no) (Fuck is you sayin'?)
Want me to lead an affinity group? No extra pay no affinity boo
Coworker askin' "Could you deal with this?"
I don't get paid enough to deal with that shit
What is you talkin' bout whiny lil' bitch?
Stay draggin' someone into ya lil' sitch (Okay!)
In the cut like stitch, YouTube on the phone
Sound low to hear Pam, Joe, and Nicole
Water cooler Boomers sayin' "Hooray!" for the pay raise
Two percent by May, barely keepin' up wit' life
Things'll never change, whippin' the company van like a Range
Chains of a wage slave

Takin' a shit on company time
Fuckin' yo bitch on company time (Okay!)
She work in payroll whole time
She hop on the boing I get overtime

Make enough to be cool wit' not makin' enough
Make enough to be cool wit' not makin' enough
Make enough to be cool wit' not makin' enough

Don't get the margarita we just here to feed ya
Happy hour was half an hour ago
Money on a screen can't even get old
And these days it ain't backed by silver or gold
Tuh, points in a game
May as well be VC like 2K
May as well try go pro in 2K
A 401K ain't comin' this way
You hope one day you can say this day
Is the day I quit, make money off my own shit
Distrokid give residuals for my spit
I count every tenth of a cent
Mix one track for days time well spent
A lifetime playin' the game just ain't a life
A woman who don't push you may be easy
But you prolly don't want that in a wife
The day job help me pull my own weight
But I'm tired of pullin' weight, is it always uphill?
Is it always 'bout connections and never 'bout skill?
Do we always have to grind? Is there ever time to chill?
Do I have to make bops? Can I rap something real?
I'm afraid to take the chain off
Tried to live without it life I couldn't pay off
Gotta have my Hulu gotta catch these playoffs
And these hoopers on screen don't ever get old
When they retire they ain't backed by silver and gold
Left on their own not everyone knows best, prayin' for Delonte West
All I'm sayin' is if you don't cut your own checks
Any day you can find yourself without a check
Full faith in WAV files and blog pages
Ways out of enslavement to these wages

Make enough to be cool wit' not makin' enough
Make enough to be cool wit' not makin' enough
Make enough to be cool wit' not makin' enough

Takin' a shit on company time (Yeah!)
Fuckin' yo bitch on company time (Okay!)
She work in payroll whole time (Yeah!)
She hop on the boing, I get overtime (Okay!)



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Writer(s): Alexander Tsadwa
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