I Hate My Job (feat. Santos Santana)

They like Notions what the fuck is goin down
It's fucking phantom gang
Riding round your motherfucking town
Let's set this record straight
I'm feeling great
Wood is fully loaded
Take it to the face
I cant put my rage aside
I had to find a different way
The fuck is this
Different foes defend but I don't give a shit
I'm fucking pissed
Even so I still go roll magnificent
No witnesses
In my section blood go spill so effortless
I'm done with this
Let that pussy panic then I finish him
Bitch you hear
I kill every year
Don't get caught in tears
What you fear
Say goodbye to all of those who hold you dear
Lookie here
I think you'd look better cut up ear to ear
Bet you clear
Once I pull up get the fuck up outta here
I said Dawg what the fuck you on
Bro you dropped the ball now you gone
I don't care at all imma watch you fall
Now you lost
What's the fucking the cost
Thought you was a boss
Shit
Aye
You a phony
You not my homie
You fucking peasant, bitch you lowly
You pull up on me
I'll hit you with that fucking dotty
You fucking phony
You not my motherfucking homie
You fucking lowly
I'll hit you with that fucking dotty

Stealing another kilo from your trap
Come with the 40
What the fuck you think
Walking like pimp
I smoke exotic
Purple colored mink
Only see me smiling
When i mix that molly with my drank
Got ballistic rockets in my pockets
What the fuck you think
Bitch it's trap boy summer yuh
See me in the cut I got candy
Run up my commas yuh
Need a lotta pills
For my body
Sick motherfucker yuh
Come with the Nina
To your party
Aye what the fuck you think



Credits
Writer(s): Kalan Beal
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