调：A minor•
Intro 1
Am
C
Verse 1
I ain't tryna sell drugs, I ain't tryna shoot,
I try and be a good nigga
even wearing a suit
But the only job I got is to make hot soup
I just came home, I ain't got no loot
I try and be a good nigga
even wearing a suit
But the only job I got is to make hot soup
Open date, now you released
Peace, back on the streets
You don't want no peace,
need a job or something
Before you start robbing something
Try and be made like you in
a mob or something
That's the curricula, activity swift
Your
P .O. a foul nigga, and he on your ass,
he wanna violate you
You ain't got no cash,
you gotta see him every
Tuesday, 4 -12
But fuck that, you come late
and he send you back
Heap this, one day you made up some shit
You told him, you was late,
cause your moms was sick
he's in urine today
surveillance, analyze just
Turn around and just piss
out your sane eyes
Then you mapped it,
always gotta take a track it
Your
P .O., your will gon' be inactive
Why I'm on weekly?
Switch that up, I get a job soon,
you can stitch that up
TV
give me some slack, ayo, plus the fact
Ayo, I got a job, nigga, yo, I'm gon' rap
I just came home, I ain't got no loot
I ain't tryin' sell drugs,
I ain't tryin' to shoot
I try and be a good nigga
even wearin' a suit
But the only job I got is to make hot soup
I just came home, I ain't got no loot
I ain't tryin' sell drugs,
I ain't tryin' to shoot
I'm tryin' to be a good nigga
even wearin' a suit
But the only job I got to make hot soup
What up, boo?
Yeah, what you mean why
I ain't callin' you collect?
I'm home.
Messin' with me tonight?
You mean
Trump
International?
Nah, I was thinkin' more like
a walk or somethin'
I ain't got no paper
It's like when I came home,
life went too fast
When I left the streets, yo, I was a man
Now I'm comin' back home,
new face, new fam
I got a beard, before I ain't had no hair
On my face, bitches diss me, on the regular
So what, I ain't even got a haircut
Tell the niggas I rhyme,
let me shine at block parties
Yo, I left for a day, yeah I'm real serious,
I sell drugs all day
I'm gon' get on, first track that I spit on,
I'm gon' lace it
Smell me on plus taste it,
I get my shit upgraded, yo it's basic
Now that I saw my girl rock,
Louis
Vuitton,
Gucci,
Prada,
Now that I saw her,
it's like my chick got a lot of
Everything she's supposed to,
she the only one that I'm close to
Other people it stinks,
I got so much beef with these niggas and
Jakes
It's like some of them real,
but most of them fakes
Fakes, fakes, fakes, fakes
I just came home, I ain't got no loot
I ain't tryna shoot
he can wear the suit
But the only job I got, to make hot soup
I just came home, I ain't got no loot
I ain't tryna sell drugs, I ain't tryna shoot
I try to be a good nigga,
even wearin' a suit
But the only job I got is to make hot soup
C
Am
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, this is a story, man
He ain't tryin' to hustle, man,
you know what mean?
But a nigga was forced to do that,
you know what I mean?
That nigga still came out on top
Cause he hustled, he sold his crack
But then he started sellin' rap
And he's still doin' that
Dm
Am
C
Am
Ya rap bastards
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