| [Chorus] Hard to follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5
 People keep tellin me my check is on the way
 So sun up to sundown I'm grindin, tryin to make it by
 Prayin for my shift to come and take away the pain
 That day is finally here [x3]
 New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain,
 new wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here
 That day is finally here [x2]
 New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
 New wrist, knew that, knew this
 
 [Verse 1]
 No, no I won't settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe
 I-I-I know it's a struggle, but who the hell g'on do it for me
 Who the hell g'on do it free
 If I don't get up and bust my ass, that's my motto
 I can't put my faith in the lotto, luck don't stay nowhere near where I go
 Unless you ride that muthafucka
 And you be lucky enough to get away, in the grave
 What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid
 But I got grazed, the bullet went through
 But I ain't get paid,
 Now what do I appreciate? My J-O-B
 Hey boss, I'm comin in late
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Verse 2]
 Lil cousin got it right? and bike without no frame, ride the same rides without no brain?
 Life ain't life, without no shame, if I make it out the hood, damn right I'm gon change
 My cell phone number
 But the area code still gon be 305 tho
 My friends who was my friends just like my kin
 Walked em in model?
 But please wipe your feet on the rug
 You can keep your shoes on, it's all love
 Boy let me stop, I'm dreamin too much, now who the hell
 'Gon give up a million bucks
 Nobody but God, right now I could use me one of them black cards
 I'm scarred, I fell apart, I came here with stars, its hard huh?
 
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 [Verse 3]
 F-F-F-Findin me
 That day I been tryin to reach, that pay I been diein to see
 Boy them folk wouldn't lie to me
 I thought money ain't grow on trees
 Depends on the roots, how you plant that seed
 They quit, you can't see no leaves
 Hold up, I need my versace's
 Grace covers of magazines, my mother she proud of me
 Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn't gon be shit
 Big yachts, every day I get seasick, I was broke, the prefix
 My book say "Why yall gave that nigga some cash?"
 I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? here it goes
 
 
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