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Get A Job

This stress is killing me
The pressure's agony
Most people work 'till they break
While others just take

Stop begging, get a job
Get a gun, motherfucker, go out and rob
I'm up at 5 AM, did my workin'
You sleep all day, no wonder why you're broke
Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends
Sad stories, such stories never end
You claim you're fly but always meek
You're always broke but got money for weed

[hook a, x2]
I got a problem, too
I keep feeding you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you

[hook b, x2]
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker

Don't you carry a gun? you stand still
You never pay me back and never will
And we can hanging out, (you breaking my ball)
Till I get the fuck up and block your call
I'm the bad guy with a bank account
You just move to your next friend and burn him out
Everyone knows this guy, this shit's true
Or maybe this song's about you

[hook a, x2]

[hook b]

Get a job