[Hook 1]
I been working like it's retail
Clocking hours like it's retail
Mama kept me off them streets so I ain't see jail
She said I'm better off in retail--

[Verse 1]
And I been working on this grave shift
And I ain't really ever made shit
Wishing I could buy myself a spaceship, and fly
Just like the college dropout, everybody in the streets told me college was a copout
I would rather be in classes than ducking when them cops out
Then they see my skin and it's *gunshot* when them shots out
Couldn't be a product of the system although money is the mission
If I ever jugged a n***a, God would give me no forgiveness
Know some n***as serving dimes, know some n***as serving nicks
What's your vice? Take your pick
I used to wanna do it too, but I ain't cut out for that shit
Can't be like you other n***as, fake as fuck, counterfeit

[Hook 2]
And I been working like it's retail
I'm clocking hours like it's retail
Mama kept me off them streets so I ain't see jail
She said I'm better off in retail
And I been working all this retail
Thanking God I haven't seen jail
Still recording thoughts and all my details
I don't wanna work in retail

[Verse 2]
Dropped the job, had to hit em with a 2-week notice
Making more off mp3s, so I'm getting focused
I regret the college letters, but I'm doing better
Wish I saw this wasn't for me, better late than never
Told my mom I'm bout to dropout just to run a business, self-owned is the mission
Cell phone numbers switching, people wonder why I'm missing
Everybody coming to me with they hands out
Asking me for funds, I pretend I can't count
And everybody got an angle
And everybody think I'm famous
Collecting all my funds like everybody else
So I'm a tad bit confused why everybody wants my help like...

[Hook]