9 To 5 Lyrics

What up fool?
I thought I was the only motherfucker that felt that way
We workin' though
This ain't just no hip clock, cocksucker
Huh huh
Yea, I'm on
Yo yo

I'm smokin' sour, sippin' johnny walker
Thinking I'd probly more hours into kitchenin' than benny crocker
Money comes and money goes
Plant your tree on the block and see if something grows
Like a rose in the concrete
Clean up the council, we can all eat
This heaven on earth, come elevate to where the gods meet
Come to the city fool and see the way I'm livin'
The condos and square feet is screamin' lot of engines
'Member we had to hustle by the benches
Thank god we made it out the trenches
With all our 5 senses
And I did her behind fences
Run with us or run against us
My niggas on point like militia
21 guns salute and we don't took these for play
You know we got guns that shoot
And these fellaz needs to fuck to my employment
But I can't let that fuck with my agenda, I can't afford it (ha ha)

You know I grind for mine
It's the survival of the fit, only the strong survive (you know?)
I mean I never had it 9 to 5
I want the money and the hoes and nice cars to drive
I mean it's like get out the way, we got to survive
I've got c's to look after, hella bills to pay, ya feel me?
We gotta hustle every day of our lives
These pretty jobs don't pay enough
That's why I feel this way

Yo I'm in the coupe, the top is off
I'm pickin' up, I'm droppin' off
I'm 'bout to blow the top off like a molotov
High off the mulli and all I can do is sharp it off
Picture me and mickey d's takin' your order
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And it was all a dream, I struck gold
Right on the block 'cause it ain't all the gleams
I love all the themes, I love all the pushes
We getting all the money, we fuckin' all the bitches
You know that good girls like bad guys and bad guys like good girls
The bad girls like good guys and the good guys like good girls
Something to think about before you go to treat it out
You fall into love, meanwhile the dope boys skeetin' out
You know that gangstas make the world go 'round
My homie said a couple dollars make your girl go down so I said

You know I grind for mine
It's the survival of the fit, only the strong survive (you know?)
I mean I never had it 9 to 5
I want the money and the hoes and nice cars to drive
I mean it's like get out the way, we got to survive
I've got c's to look after, hella bills to pay, ya feel me?
We gotta hustle every day of our lives
These pretty jobs don't pay enough
That's why I feel this way

I'm 9 to 5, 7 dollars an hour, that's 50 dollars
Now how I'm supposed to live off that? gets in the projects
Not eatin' steak (not eatin' steak)
Not smokin' great (not smokin' great)
I'd rather hustle (I'd rather hustle), ain't no debate (all ready)
And trust the old man that closed the gate
And hope they'd rule in my favor if I opposed the state
The worst of times (the worst of times)
The best of times (the best of times)
A few my niggas doin' stretches for the second time
I see the young boy coming up, he makes the lot
Cupped a set of wheels and pulled his shit up right next to mine
Shine!

You know I grind for mine
It's the survival of the fit, only the strong survive (you know?)
I mean I never had it 9 to 5
I want the money and the hoes and nice cars to drive
I mean it's like get out the way, we got to survive
I've got c's to look after, hella bills to pay, ya feel me?
We gotta hustle every day of our lives
These pretty jobs don't pay enough
That's why I feel this way