I thank God every single morning that I wake, yawn,
And don’t have to go to a day job
If I could live off of a nickel a day
I wouldn’t have to sell anything that I made
And that’d be ok
But I’m a factory manufacturing that crack spitting
Ask anybody they don’t have the audacity
To tell you different
They worried they tell I’m gonna take off my belt and whip them (whi-pish)
Cause all the wealth and riches really can only buy you sugar sprinkles
You know, bells and whistles
And the size of your television isn’t a measure of intelligence
It just makes you look self imprisoned
But they don’t see that, nah, nah
No they don’t see that, nah, nah
They want to lean back, un-uh, un-uh
They want some mindless entertainment
But I won’t be that

[Hook]
Yea my grind is tech, my racket is complicated
My hustle’s so intricate
Ain't no cheating, ain't no swindling or scheming
And now that I’m in it there’s no leaving
(x2)

[Verse 2: Sapient]
This the life I lead
Choosin’ it instead of an ivy league school that I choose decisively
To school you in the mic lieu of violent means
With a youthful view of life, but I’m 25 lets see
That’s a quarter of a hundred, but but but
If I’m immortal then it’s nothing (nothing)
I’m livin’ forever when I recorded it’s coveted
My album is affordable so bump it (bump it)
What’s with, these pop rappers all obsessed with cash
Tryna' get it and get it fast
Huh, I wonder if they worry their success won’t last
Well it can’t last if you measure success like that
That would mean your spending your success
Every time you get your house painted, buy groceries, or drop a down payment
Every time you pay the valet it’s one step closer to being outdated
You blew it

[Verse 3: Sapient]
Hustler, I’m the epitome
I don’t need no label pimpin me telling me to wear skinny jeans
I’m grindin’, got more tech than 50-50s beat
Switch kick flip, backside lip down fifteen
But I hit it clean
(that was high up) Yea that was pretty steep
But what I’m tryna say specifically
Is my grind is tech
Like hidden viral messages
Since it’s hard to digest this you should take Prilosec
I don’t need no diamond necklace
Check it my style is fresh
Like Irish Spring, dial or zest
But I’ll never be washed up
I’m enjoying the dirt, submerged myself in the soil and earth
I said I’ll never be washed up or avoiding my work
Yup yup, my employment’s secured


Lyrics submitted by Skhizeinsara

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