Charles Hamilton - 9 to 5 (Layout) lyrics

[Intro] These n***as be buggin man... Y'all n***as want me to wear what? and do what? f** all that, I'm bout to get a 9 to 5 [Verse] I work hard at being lazy, and y'all see me as crazy But chill fam, it takes a real man no matter the gender To walk away from fame and get a (9-5) While I'm still in the game, cause i don't appeal to the fame My real name is my rock the mic name Groupies are cool, but not tonight dame You hot as i jot, make me feel quiet lame Piff the new boss, i almost got fired Was gonna snatch a 20 bag for my dude Josh Come back with a 20 dollar bill like "Dude I'm suicidal" Can't tell you how i feel, instead ODing with a power drill He made me feel like a coward feels The n***a got dope bud, but when i smoke, it still feels like sour still We not beefin, but i kinda feel scum like Go to sleep holdin my suicide gun tight I really might do it one night... These saltine crackers get me DUMB tight Don't blog about this, no unsolicited interviews What if God said bloggin is what i was meant to do? Music sent me to defend her moves So go hate like most administrative n***as do My great and great grandmother died Been four years since i looked into my brothers eyes Marcus, our bond is retarded, no family, alone with no market I sold out with Gauchos, keep it real y'all Like the song, i don't, cause i don't feel y'all I sound like another them, not the real Charles Nothin on my album can reveal Charles But buy it, don't steal y'all, cause its still Charles I chalk it up as a real loss But i win, these are confessions of a real boss... You heard me? And I'm...