Nine To Five (Cheffing)

Hol' up, hol' up (yeah) Hol' up, heaven done sue me This is my start up (yeah) I might take them to court, I might charge them a fine For destructing my property, my mind Now I gotta go work like my dream ain't realistic But I'm making it realistic Hol' up, hol' up (yeah) By making five dollars per hour Like you were born with no options I trade my options, heaven for power Substitute minimum wage with allowance I'm in the kitchen, I'm cooking an album This is my job delivering the (to table four) I'll take your order A piece of the pie, on the side can I at least have your daughter? To recoup for my services I don't fold under pressure like these cervices Air plane mode no disturbances 'Cause I gotta work on my craft and serve like Khachanov, Tiafoe 'Cause I hit back every time I catch a- This what I'm working for To provide for a broken home 'Cause you know that she'll leave you the second you broke and all But I beg you don't turn to the alcohol 'Cause it's AA meetings, that's reality You'll get 10 for aggravated battery Or life or death if you brought a knife to a gunfight But I fucked that pussy then got nine lives Minus one I'm ready for flight T-minus one When I get off the job Get out my head where I'm currently living Not paying the rent guess I'm getting evicted Look I played the victim Like the shit I went through was like next level different And maybe it was Maybe it was all my fault Wish I never fell for the lust (lust) Clusterfuck (Farr) I got a job, I got cleaned up (Monk) Please don't fuck up Please don't die on me 'Cause lately my dreams have been dying on me Resuscitating on the count of three (three) Two (two) One He's gone and I'm putting the blame on me Nothing was ever the same homie Feel like I was born in slavery Go to school, get a job Got no price on my head but I'm getting shipped off By my parents you'd think they're port Disappointment when they saw my report And you know what my mama said (And you know what my mama said) I wasn't listening, nah that's cap I had my headphones on, that's facts She said I'ma live in the lokshin But I'ma sell out faster than an auction And prove to her I am a force to be reckoned (Star Wars) I'm gonna be independent They say rent is due but I am the tenant I'm playing lieutant 'Cause I'm in control of my destiny Nine to five I be cheffing got the recipe Passion fruit with the tint of me They can't do it, they can't copy me 'Cause I'm copyrighted My biometric is my fucking iris You can't bypass the system this ain't a virus Like I work in a bank Security, maintenance moving up ranks At this rate I'm moving I might end up a dad With a dead end job With a nine to five With a wife that's beautiful, holy But makes me remember the reason I wanted that life Happiness over everything I cannot compromise everything I feel alive, that's everything So I'm quitting my job Paving way (like civil engineers) Told great gran what I wanna be And I said civil engineer And she prayed for me Guess it didn't work 'cause I make art not roads Fast forward I'm stuck in between these roads Maybe that prayer worked, looking at the prospectus The buildings, the campus named after the slaves Count me in with the greats Hol' up (yeah) Hol' up, heaven done sue me This is my start up (yeah) I might take them to court I might charge them a fine For destructing my property, my mind Now I gotta go work like my dream ain't realistic But I'm making it realistic Hol' up, hol' up (yeah) By making five dollars per hour Like you were born with no options I trade my options, heaven for power Substitute minimum wage with allowance I'm in the kitchen I'm cooking an album This is my job delivering the (to table four) But I just got off from my nine to five I can't be doing this shit, catching feelings I need to catch me some flights Need you to play me a five Today at the cinema, I saw a shawty Like she was performing live With the lights on her face, slo-mo the pace Thought I was off from the train but I guess it derailed 'Cause I just got off from my nine to five Now you in the picture Back to back imaginary still pictures In the bed imagining all these kisses This the type of shit I'd kill for I'm guilty as charged this is a code four Apprehended the suspect he's on the floor Crying for help, he needs the Lord Just got off from my nine to five