Y.S.A - Slave Chainz lyrics
[Chorus] Look momma I don't wanna settle for no 9 to 5 Hard enuff time, being black stayin alive I just wanna live off rap and get paid Anything ta get me outta these slavery chains I rather not settle for no average, weak job Just over broke after weeks of working hard I just wanna live off rap and get paid Anything ta get away from these slavery chains [Verse 1 - Y.S.A] Clocking in on a Monday Morning, I ain't even finish yawning Dreams of having a status as big as Wale Folarin Just Waiting on my callin', I don't know who gone call it But this point of my life, I'm really tired of waiting on it I'm Hired at the entry level A Newcomer but they ain't treating u any special Got me wrking extra hard, putttin money in my reach Just to give u 250 at the end of the week Thas weak, chump change, I don't want fame Man, I'm just looking to get better on my stunt game While these ni**as taking steps, I'll be on the express, like the two and three speeding past the one train, Mane While I'm tryna get my fans up I'm harra**ed by my boss to pull my pants up Frustrating but I answer, her, every demand Tol my momma imma quit, and she told me, u need ta MAN UP! [Chorus] Look momma I don't wanna settle for no 9 to 5 Hard enough time, being black stayin alive I just wanna live off rap and get paid Anything ta get me outta these slavery chains I rather not settle for no average, weak job Just over broke after weeks of working hard I just wanna live off rap and get paid Anything ta get away from these slavery chains [Verse 2 - Y.S.A] I give it to u millionaire flow Tell me what the millionaires know Poor, wit a millionaire soul I bet she let me hit, if I was a millionaire.... HOE! Its almost three in the morning, On my way back from the stu' Tackling the dreams that I be tryna pursue Tryna reach home before the purple skies turn blue Need eight hours of sleep but I'm settling for two I ain't spreading my blood sweat tears Only to remain in this underground for years How I grind, I should be Moungst Emcee's best I guess these fans ain't ready to recieve me yet But See me vex, see me stress, but I chill All these fake ni**as winning I don't even know what's real Shoutout ta Sitcom, that say she do it for the love I would too, only if all my ends was meeting up [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Y.S.A]I give it to u millionaire flow Tell me what the millionaires know Poor, wit a millionaire soul I bet she let me hit, if I was a millionaire.... HOE! I know u scared of tht poverty rate Wanting lottery cake But everybody gotta do a f*ckin job tht they hate, (Go getcha hustle on!) Don't ya brother and ya moms need supporting Ain't that the main reason why u tryna make fortune Help em outta that Hell hole before u reach the coffin Workplace the plantation, slave owners are ya bosses Hoping ya lyrics and these beats join forces And get u outta that job where u been over exhausting Overtime after Overtime, still writing rhymes U just puttin in the over grind But faith always keeps me walking wit a open mind It's time for wrk, I know the rent is due today but mom listen... [Chorus]