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Wake your ass up nigga Brand new day It ain't all good but it's all good Let me get straight Looking for them keys to my 91 Regal I gotta go to work 7 day in a row i'm about to go berserk 'Cause motherfuckers be acting like I ain't got no work Been 5 years I've been clocking in but I ain't got no perks Got a purpose my nigga need a ride? Tell them I'm outside Hopped in, put the blunt in my mouth lit it I'm en route Really I'm feeling this shit today ain't no getaway Like I could quit but won't be shit up on my dinner plate This ain't that shit I used to dream about Just the shit that make a brother take the scheming route No matter how much I grind just gonna be another nigga I'm feeling like I'm the black frame but I ain't up in the picture When I'm the one that's gonna hold it up Thinking that as I'm pulling up, I put out the blunt Think I'm running late at this point I ain't in no rush I say whats up? to Mrs. Cameron as I walk in She reach out to throw a hug while she rambling on the phone Telling someone it won't be long Until she get the fuck up out of here saying the nerves is gone All the shit that I seen leave my patience to be desired Just before I pull the door she ask me for my lighter Letras de cancionesSay I got you But I'm trying to figure what done inspire ya The women who never smoked a day in her life just started trying Punching in, my boss said we got some heat from the client Man, they never satisfied look I got it down to a science They find something to bitch about once you fix it they switch it To something different no recognition, what the fuck this shit about? After a while I step outside and what I seen Is a scene of a bunch of niggas kissing nicotine Company cigarettes Company cigarettes Got them two for the dollar for you and your baby mama Gon' light that up for you and your problems they don't give a damn about us But don't be late for your break Same shit just another day my nigga I'm sorry sir I can't help you don't know what else I can tell ya I got a form I can mail ya I got some things I can sell ya I know he ain't trying to hear that shit It is what it is, I'm just glad I ain't near that shit Customer service? Well service is hardly existing about as real as a pension Prepare to die before she could retire I still miss her Been about a year I seen her dwindling Losing hair, losing weight grimacing in pain everyday she still appear that A cigarette on the way, cigarette on her break Kept half of one on display at her desk to get her through the day She was real to me, ready to tell me how she feels Said don't end up like me but this shit ain't no career I know I never forget ya I'm about to dip, throw my key up in the ignition I light up this spliff, I got some shit to get up off my chest To the booth is where I'm headed next Left the parking lot see niggas huddle smoking on them fucking cigarettes Company cigarettes Company cigarettes Got them two for the dollar for you and your baby mama Gon' light that up for you and your problems they don't give a damn about us But don't be late for your break Same shit just another day my nigga From Letras Mania