Jobless Lyrics

I was yelling fuck a job

But I couldn't sleep or eat until i hunt for jobs I'm busy mom

Told her that ion need no sleep I'll ease around

I need to rhyme

Told me that she need a break

Ain't even mind

I need some time

Type a shit a king do when they can't fit they crown

Move around

Hustlas that lose they sound them niggas groupies now

& they can't group me now or come back round my niggas hate you now

The visionarys back the visions pouring out my brown eyes

I spent weeks after weeks tryna build myself up

I spent weeks I mean weeks thinking I'm not enough

I can't learn but boy i teach & tend to each erryone else

For distant relatives I'm a sedative didnt care how ugly i felt

Channel changed nigga im just being frank

Oh shitttt

it's only me ain't no h** to thank no shit

Leave me to ask myself

What can a nigga do for retribution

Someone who eats like me and prays with two hands

I dail back and peep ya wonky movements

..stupid

Boutta hunnid dudes that I can thank

Who I choose to thank

Might bank

On whether on not

They stuck around on plays that would cruise or drop the rank

I flanked and watched the views i helped create

Backstab and throat job the closest folk to ya

Make me think that i can't help or go through ya

Put ya on my shelf and kick it down like I'm 2 facing

Ain't no looking back on ya slow ass no chasing

Niggas no comp if i show stop niggas won't drop

or betta yet come outside

Like a throat chop jammed door nob when ya run off

Yo niggas done picked the wrong side

You apologize for the dumbest shit

Too young & lost ya whole pride

I'm on the cusp of giving up all of this shit

Applying pressure

Amounted dying gestures

Built up guilty pleasures

Niggas crying lesser for sure

Ego killing em as I outgrew the boy yes lordt

I was yelling fuck a job

But I couldn't sleep or eat until I hunt for jobs I'm busy mom

Told her that ion need no sleep I'll ease around

I need to rhyme

Told me that she need a break

Ain't even mind

I need some time

Type a shit a king do when they can't fit they crown

Move around

Hustlas that lose they sound them niggas groupies now

& they can't group me now or come back round my niggas hate you now

The visionaries back the visions pouring out my brown eyes