STEVE JOBS

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, (Check), yeah

All these ones and these zeros, man
It look like the matrix
I hat trick,Made my side chick do a backflip

My habits all bad
I'll end up like my dad
There ain't nothing wrong with him
But he's not selling iPads

Wish I was Steve Jobs
I wish I was a heartthrob
Wishing death upon whoever says
"Get a day job"

Never seen some daylight,
Always in the studio
Everyday and every night
Working on my stupid flow

I told the world who I was and
They put shame on my ass
Now they staring at me when they
Walk past my class

I should've stayed locked up
Never should've told y'all
But my car stay washed up
Even if it's old, y'all

Stuck on a day job
I'm ballin like I'm A Rod
Making shit like Zuckerberg
Man, you better applaud

Driving out to Cape Cod
Driving out to Berkeley Heights
Everything, you do for likes
They be looking at my highlights



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Writer(s): Benett Ardi
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