NINE TO FIVE (CHEFFING)

Hol' up, hol' up (yeah)
Hol' up, heaven done sue me
This is my start up (yeah)
I might take them to court, I might charge them a fine
For destructing my property, my mind
Now I gotta go work like my dream ain't realistic
But I'm making it realistic
Hol' up, hol' up (yeah)
By making five dollars per hour
Like you were born with no options
I trade my options, heaven for power
Substitute minimum wage with allowance
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cooking an album
This is my job delivering the (to table four)

I'll take your order
A piece of the pie, on the side can I at least have your daughter?
To recoup for my services
I don't fold under pressure like these cervices
Air plane mode no disturbances
'Cause I gotta work on my craft and serve like Khachanov, Tiafoe
'Cause I hit back every time I catch a-
This what I'm working for
To provide for a broken home
'Cause you know that she'll leave you the second you broke and all
But I beg you don't turn to the alcohol
'Cause it's AA meetings, that's reality
You'll get 10 for aggravated battery
Or life or death if you brought a knife to a gunfight
But I fucked that pussy then got nine lives
Minus one
I'm ready for flight T-minus one
When I get off the job
Get out my head where I'm currently living
Not paying the rent guess I'm getting evicted
Look I played the victim
Like the shit I went through was like next level different
And maybe it was
Maybe it was all my fault
Wish I never fell for the lust (lust)
Clusterfuck (Farr)
I got a job, I got cleaned up (Monk)
Please don't fuck up
Please don't die on me
'Cause lately my dreams have been dying on me
Resuscitating on the count of three (three)
Two (two)
One
He's gone and I'm putting the blame on me
Nothing was ever the same homie
Feel like I was born in slavery
Go to school, get a job
Got no price on my head but I'm getting shipped off
By my parents you'd think they're port
Disappointment when they saw my report
And you know what my mama said
(And you know what my mama said)
I wasn't listening, nah that's cap
I had my headphones on, that's facts
She said I'ma live in the lokshin
But I'ma sell out faster than an auction
And prove to her I am a force to be reckoned (Star Wars)
I'm gonna be independent
They say rent is due but I am the tenant
I'm playing lieutant
'Cause I'm in control of my destiny
Nine to five I be cheffing got the recipe
Passion fruit with the tint of me
They can't do it, they can't copy me
'Cause I'm copyrighted
My biometric is my fucking iris
You can't bypass the system this ain't a virus
Like I work in a bank
Security, maintenance moving up ranks
At this rate I'm moving I might end up a dad
With a dead end job
With a nine to five
With a wife that's beautiful, holy
But makes me remember the reason I wanted that life
Happiness over everything
I cannot compromise everything
I feel alive, that's everything
So I'm quitting my job
Paving way (like civil engineers)
Told great gran what I wanna be
And I said civil engineer
And she prayed for me
Guess it didn't work 'cause I make art not roads
Fast forward I'm stuck in between these roads
Maybe that prayer worked, looking at the prospectus
The buildings, the campus named after the slaves
Count me in with the greats

Hol' up (yeah)
Hol' up, heaven done sue me
This is my start up (yeah)
I might take them to court
I might charge them a fine
For destructing my property, my mind
Now I gotta go work like my dream ain't realistic
But I'm making it realistic
Hol' up, hol' up (yeah)
By making five dollars per hour
Like you were born with no options
I trade my options, heaven for power
Substitute minimum wage with allowance
I'm in the kitchen I'm cooking an album
This is my job delivering the (to table four)

But I just got off from my nine to five
I can't be doing this shit, catching feelings
I need to catch me some flights
Need you to play me a five
Today at the cinema, I saw a shawty
Like she was performing live
With the lights on her face, slo-mo the pace
Thought I was off from the train but I guess it derailed
'Cause I just got off from my nine to five
Now you in the picture
Back to back imaginary still pictures
In the bed imagining all these kisses
This the type of shit I'd kill for
I'm guilty as charged this is a code four
Apprehended the suspect he's on the floor
Crying for help, he needs the Lord
Just got off from my nine to five