Company Cigarettes Letra

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
Say 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