Get a Job (feat. Slitty Wrists)

Brain is in a mutiny So how do I thrive I vote myself off the island Like I was survivor Caught choking on saliva When the question arises What's your five year plan Nigga, the answer is silence A nigga needs a plan if They gon' live in this world that values money over everything Get a fucking job, bruh Even if you hate it Just consider it an honor Dull the fucking tedium with Shots of Henny when your time's up Graduated high school First response was Get a Job So, going to art school to Begin my life was kinda odd Applied a bunch, got an interview Living the dream Til I found out it was a pyramid scheme Should've known Me at 18 was desperate for some dough. That's a fact some motherfuckers Took advantage of, fo'sho It's a fact money, to put it Kinda bluntly, is a curse But, having money is a curse that Hurts less than the inverse So, fuck it Get a Job Better get a fucking job Go get a job You better get a fucking job Get a job Get a Fuckin Job Contribute to the cause Justify the air I'm Currently breathing, there's more To life than this shit But it's shit I can't afford So, it's likely the afterlife That I'll reap the rewards When I think about the niggas I idolized as a teen I question if it was their Character or the CREAM Getting older, it becomes pretty clear tho The only thing that separates The losers from the heroes Is a couple of zeroes Coming after a one And, it ain't no damn fun Trying to break out of Generational cycle of poverty Sleeping on benches In empty offices, it hardened me Til my last resort was Exploiting pity foisted on me As a minority All in the name of getting paid Selling chunks of my flesh Forever gone to my grave So, when I see people romanticize struggle I feel a rage That I gotta swallow So I don't get fired. Flip the page Get a Job Need to get a fucking job Better get a fucking job Need to get a fucking job Better get a fucking job If you want a couple dollar Stuffed inside your pockets And you got no other options Don't forget to clock in Your work effort never Be enough for your bosses They tell you to work harder Til you're completely exhausted This ain't labor This is slavery with payment fees You can't complain Or you'll get fired and kicked to the streets Work hard so they can Tax your percentages Rest of it to pay your rent You basically work to exist I had enough of this Still love when the percussion hits All this struggling, You can hear complain, fuss, and shit But they won't ever quit Like me when it comes to this Made my own lane There was no path, so I constructed it Ain't that just about a bitch Long as the checks coming in Everyone is willing to Remain in this suffering Riding 'round Prov Holler at this girl walking on Broad Took one look at me Said You Bum, go get a job Better get a fucking job Better get a fucking job You better get a fucking job Better get a fucking job