Fuck A 9-5 (Freestyle) Lyrics

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S O L A C E baby

Uh

Please don't ask me bout my mood

I'm back at school, cannot catch a break

My failing grades make my teachers think I lost my way

My first year I'm steady bagging A's

By year three I'm on the grind chasing cash can't let the bag escape

Payed no attention to my GPA

Still wasn't getting paid enough to make a payment set my

GP straight I'm ghosting classes with my peers i won't affiliate

I'm tryna keep the balance in my mind my thoughts they figure skate

And I don't ever get no holidays

I'm stacking K's just in case I'm in a altercation

Pray my homies see a bag before they graduate

I came up out the mud from counting pennies to a Benji

Swear to God I'm stacking bread just like a bakery

I broke the chains like fuck your Slavery I'm where I'm meant to be

A pioneer oh yes, most certainly

The flow is pharmaceutical

I got the remedy, a little puff of green Plotting, scheming, ducking, dodging

Demons eating Raw sardinas Hunger was the meanest

Now I make the checks rain

Homies say I'm talking bout money

Just way too much Give it a couple months

And I swear you see the results

Please don't ask me bout my mood

I'm back at school, cannot catch a break

My failing grades make my teachers think I lost my way

My first year I'm steady bagging A's

By year three I'm on the grind chasing cash can't let the bag escape

Pay no attention to my GPA

Still wasn't getting paid enough

To make a payment

Set my GP straight

I'm ghosting classes with my peers I won't affiliate

I'm trying to keep the balance in my mind My thoughts they figure skate