Hook: I wake up roll me a jay, burn an incense so I set the feng shui, my palm is itchin' that's money on the way, they tell me what they need and I get my scale and weigh, I'm just looking for some pay, I hustle in these streets every motherfucking day, I don't give a fuck bout what anybody say, I'm on deck like a pirate at the bay x2

Verse 1: One 9-5 ain't enough, two 9-5s ain't enough, shit three 9-5s ain't enough can't get enough hours so I'm living kinda rough, I got it going cause the shit was getting tough, a clear joint to the face like a snuff, and you know a n***a dodging these cuffs like a n***a who ain't out here with the mushy stuff, cutie zips make it flip like an arabian, and you know the shit louder than some Sabians, I got Chem Blueberry and I got Alien, so many strains like my life just been way too stressful, I got what you need and price is special, blessings from the motherfucking minister, collecting money like tithes from the shit that I administer, fucking with my pockets gonna make a n***a finish ya

Bridge: My palm is itchin', that's money on the way, my business boomin' don't give a fuck bout what you say, every day every day

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Verse 2: Icepick in my pocket that I don't brandish, halftime in the Jansport while I'm on the campus, do my work like a vapor and I motherfucking vanish, here to make a profit as I grow into a prophet, meditating like a Hindu so I'm feeling fucking Maneesh, living on my own as if a n***a been banished, I can't sit around and let myself be fucking famished, find a market and an instrumental and do damage, streets running dry quench the thirst with a liquid asset like some money in a purse, weed louder than a fucking Meek Mill verse, so I ain't gotta worry when it come around the first, burning frankincense and the myrrh all these occupations insecure, serving all this medicine to patients like a cure, I ain't go no patience only so much to endure

Bridge