Vent Session
I can't work no nine to five no more this shit so sickening
I can't work no nine to five no more thit shit so sickening
Can't work no nine to five no more this shit so sickening
I want them racks I want them stacks I gotta get it in
Got seven kids to feed so I gotta make 'em dividin'
Seeing my mama stress about my case got my soul sinking in
Got so much shit that's on my mind
All this shit keep piling up need healing time
I need peace but there's something that I can't find
Tryna get rich the legal way take too much time
And I ain't got no time
My lawyer Collin did his job when he got that case dropped
These niggas want beef I'm in the mood they get they face mopped
My pain run deep but I still smile and that shit take a lot
You was my brother not no more 'cause you fuck with an op
I can't stop smoking Mary Jane
Four baby mama's seven kids it keep me sane
Having a hard time being a father this shit lame
Just thanking God my kids got my last name
I say Lord I'm a survivor
I pray to You everyday but don't read the bible
Can't work no nine to five no more this shit so sickening
I want them racks I want them stacks I gotta get it in
Got seven kids to feed so I gotta make 'em dividin'
Seeing my mama stress about my case got my soul sinking in
Got so much shit that's on my mind
All this shit keep piling up need healing time
I need peace but there's something that I can't find
Tryna get rich the legal way take too much time
And I ain't got no time
Started from the bottom had no help I had to make it happen
Remember I wrote my first rap at chapel they started laughing
Now I'm in the booth getting paid for features going hard snappin
I pour my heart out in this music call it thug passion
So many people crossed my path then betrayed me
These fuck niggas don't stand on codes an that's shit crazy
I light my blunt to make me numb and it won't faze me
My life a trip but I swear to God this hurt made me
I think my closest homie envy me an he tryna hide it
Notice when this shit don't go his way he throw a feet about it
I don't say shit I let him hang himself he was never solid
Yeah, it is what it is, you know
Can't work no nine to five no more this shit so sickening
I want them racks I want them stacks I gotta get it in
Got seven kids to feed so I gotta make 'em dividin'
Seeing my mama stress about my case got my soul sinking in
Got so much shit that's on my mind
All this shit keep piling up need healing time
I need peace but there's something that I can't find
Tryna get rich the legal way take too much time
And I ain't got no time
I can't work no nine to five no more thit shit so sickening
Can't work no nine to five no more this shit so sickening
I want them racks I want them stacks I gotta get it in
Got seven kids to feed so I gotta make 'em dividin'
Seeing my mama stress about my case got my soul sinking in
Got so much shit that's on my mind
All this shit keep piling up need healing time
I need peace but there's something that I can't find
Tryna get rich the legal way take too much time
And I ain't got no time
My lawyer Collin did his job when he got that case dropped
These niggas want beef I'm in the mood they get they face mopped
My pain run deep but I still smile and that shit take a lot
You was my brother not no more 'cause you fuck with an op
I can't stop smoking Mary Jane
Four baby mama's seven kids it keep me sane
Having a hard time being a father this shit lame
Just thanking God my kids got my last name
I say Lord I'm a survivor
I pray to You everyday but don't read the bible
Can't work no nine to five no more this shit so sickening
I want them racks I want them stacks I gotta get it in
Got seven kids to feed so I gotta make 'em dividin'
Seeing my mama stress about my case got my soul sinking in
Got so much shit that's on my mind
All this shit keep piling up need healing time
I need peace but there's something that I can't find
Tryna get rich the legal way take too much time
And I ain't got no time
Started from the bottom had no help I had to make it happen
Remember I wrote my first rap at chapel they started laughing
Now I'm in the booth getting paid for features going hard snappin
I pour my heart out in this music call it thug passion
So many people crossed my path then betrayed me
These fuck niggas don't stand on codes an that's shit crazy
I light my blunt to make me numb and it won't faze me
My life a trip but I swear to God this hurt made me
I think my closest homie envy me an he tryna hide it
Notice when this shit don't go his way he throw a feet about it
I don't say shit I let him hang himself he was never solid
Yeah, it is what it is, you know
Can't work no nine to five no more this shit so sickening
I want them racks I want them stacks I gotta get it in
Got seven kids to feed so I gotta make 'em dividin'
Seeing my mama stress about my case got my soul sinking in
Got so much shit that's on my mind
All this shit keep piling up need healing time
I need peace but there's something that I can't find
Tryna get rich the legal way take too much time
And I ain't got no time
Credits
Writer(s): Dge Kaiser
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