9-5 (feat. Devlin)

I work a 9-5
Every day I grind rapping on the side
Thought of hella lines in the back eating hella fries

In the beginning
Imposter syndrome make me feel like I wasn't respected
Looks I get from peers make me feel like my shit been neglected
Overwhelmed with my statistics hard to make a first impression
Soon as I'm back to the bull shit
You on it too
Fuck a pack take a whole zip
When in the booth
Your girl call me honey like Winnie the Pooh
My raps in the pot put some flair in the stew
Huh fuck it up huh
I'm chasing the bag while u be on the run
Pull up with the gas like I'm at on the run
Your girl call me daddy while under the sun

I work a 9-5
Every day I grind rapping on the side
Thought of hella lines in the back eating hella fries, hella fried
My pay don't see it like it's camouflaged
Roll the dice
My schedules free after my 9-5

Yall working that 9-5?
Shit I'm doing that 5-9
Coming home and it's late at night
But I know I gotta work that full time
So I'm making the money to get her some flowers
40 hours and you know its sour
Work on The Weeknd, After Hours
She say "yeah baby" like Austin Powers uh
Working since I was a teen and it's fucked up
Gotta live for myself better buck up
And I'm smoking that green I'm all puffed up
I don't care what you say bitch
(SHUT UP)
I'm breaking out of my shell
I'm wishing all of you bitches to hell
You got no money bitch ha LOL
You know I'm worth it bitch don't undersell
Spitting my bars putting you in farewell
I didn't do this for nobody else
I did it alone and I don't need no help and I don't give a fuck I did this for myself
I don't care what you say bitch shut up
And I don't need no help and I don't give a fuck I did this for myself

I work a 9-5
Every day I grind rapping on the side
Thought of hella lines in the back eating hella fries, hella fried
My pay don't see it like it's camouflaged
Roll the dice
My schedules free after my 9-5

Workin on this beat yeah all my deets are confidential
40 hour weeks, I put in the work like its essential
Covid hit I shift my gear I put my work in something special
Lady open wide she ain't using teeth like I said fuck a dental
Fuck my mental reading all you bitches like I bought a Kindle
Got a war inside myself you know that shit ain't civil
I jump the gun when I'm on top like monkey in the middle
My 9-5 can't stop the grind like shit I'm just beginning

I work a 9-5
Every day I grind rapping on the side
Thought of hella lines in the back eating hella fries, hella fried
My pay don't see it like it's camouflaged
Roll the dice
My schedules free after my 9-5



Credits
Writer(s): Devon Polk
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