Reason - Underpaid lyrics

[Verse] Wooh, I'm so underpaid (underpaid, underpaid), but f** it, these the under days Got to put in work like a hundred slaves, swear that I'm so underpaid I be gettin' straight to the money, no stops (no stops, not stops) No fear, n***a, unafraid, it's win or die, like the Hunger Games Wooh, I swear that I'm so underpaid I swear that I be gettin' straight to the money No time for the sleep, gotta handle my business Young n***as gettin' k**ed, it's the cycle of life, I'm tryna break it like dishes Young n***a grindin' hard, puttin' in that overtime (what?) Do it all for the riches (for the riches) No time for a hater, no thoughts for a thot (for a thot) Middle finger to the b**hes, ugh Focused on my drive and these lines is what separates us I'm tryna make a lane for a n***a All these dimes hangin' 'round and they fightin' over pennies (over pennies) Well, I'm glad you see a change in the n***a, ugh Look, goin' Drizzy Drake on a n***a, blowin' up And Nothing Was The Same for a n***a Breakin' up a box, David Blaine on a n***a Flow crack, and I whip it up a Range for a n***a They ain't workin', they be fakin' with the hustlers Who you think you're foolin' n***a? Black Mamba work ethic, Kobe Bryant with the shot (with the shot) If I don't make it, I keep shootin' n***a Wooh, Kobe face, Kobe face, Kobe face (what) From a place, we don't ever know we safe (naw) Every day, n***as shootin' like it's Golden State (bop) And tuck the burner in the bushes, that's a throwaway, ugh Diamonds blue and yellow like it's IKEA (IKEA, IKEA) And it's brighter than my ideas and R.I.P. to Aaliyah But I'm one in a million, I can't stomach the feelin' Of being broke till I'm dead, that's just so unappealin' I murder beats, you could say I'm makin' a k**in' I'm from the streets, cookin' up to feed me a village We gotta eat, every day I'm faced with decisions Like do I grind and go get stacks, buy dimes and flip all that Weight, sh** 'cause I need a break boy, no Kit-Kat Street n***a, gotta stay on my toes, boy no Tic-Tac n***a ridin' around with a heavy pimp and a number 1, that's Big Mac Keep it one hundred like I'm summer days (waht) Street smarts, reminiscent to my dumber days Now, I'm gettin' s** money, boy, I'm f**in' paid But still feelin' like I'm underpaid Wait, battle like D [?] With the flow mastered and conquer the beats The coldest flow holdin' the POTUS hostage And watchin' the worlds monsters be monsters Frankenstein be the Congress, Ben Franklin the gospel [?] bringin' poilice k**ings to light but f** it justice if is nothin' Brothers still brothers and sisters still sisters, my brother even with chains on In a way we becomin' slaves, still feelin' like we underpaid