Crudo Means Raw - Get a Job lyrics

[Verse 1] They tell me find a job, but a n***a cannot survive off a 9 to 5 Selling nicks and dimes won't cut it And now a n***a buzzing So I'm looking for a budget Cuz your sister and your cousin Hear and want to start cutting Until I'm nutting Trying to get to the top I ain't even press a bu*ton It's nothing Pack two duffel bags with cash Gotta work out my muscles Take them to the dealer so I can leave with two muscle cars Eating mussels in a bar b**h, I'm so bizarre So far, then what you can fathom, I want to be living large No f**ing strings attached, I do not play guitar No more being lenient, I'm trying to raise the f**ing bar With a couple bars And chilling, f**ing with a couple stars n***as know that the flow is harder than dried tar My God Played daily on many iPods And f** around n***as will get split in half like a pie chart My n***as don't play no f**ing games homie I'm driving persistent, listen I got my own lane, homie Ask them what they want, tell them what we got, that f**ing flame homie Your b**h running loose, you better get that ho tamed homie Got no time for these impostors I'm smoking ganja, patiently waiting for the pasta For the munchies I see why these other n***as is grumpy Balling but their b**h f**ing with a rapper, Kris Humphries [Verse 2] Slow down P, ya k**ing them Leaving them in the dirt from 11th Ave to 1st Trying to make it to heaven, but still build up my worth It's like I'm a drug dealer, fiends looking for that work Sex, money, and d** The root of evil but its what gets honeys to love Til they bless money above I'm sonning these n***as like I got a tummy to rub God bless my unborn, he'd probably grow up to be a thug If I kept him in the hood, sh** When he turns 16 he should be living good Riding around without a hood I never been trash or a drag, no Michael Clarke Only time I go back on my words is when I recycle bars, n***a See I've been rapping for a minute now So I know we about to make it, tell my homies simmer down I know it's been a while Searching for that spinach now Gunning for the summer, so I'm lamping in the winter, how Many n***as you know rapping now How many of them biting on another rappers style How many of them really gonna make it rapping, now These fake Gs repping red like they're kappas, wow f** out of here, you n***as phony Don't deserve the spot you own, my n***as died from holding the grip Rest in peace my n***a Allen Just a young n***a wilding Til' the pigs took him down, sh**