Whats your occupation Lyrics

Let's go, bitchy. That's your turn right now

I won't go to college, I know they won't sell my application

What's your plan in my life? What's your occupation

It ain't goin' right, and I can't seem to get it together

You won't set me up, I pull up, I make sure you see metal

Throw you a couple racks in your face, I make sure you do better

Told her how I felt, she said she stayin, I said you better

Hit her cookie, I need seven grams of that new shit

Pull up to the studio, and I saw her just speak shit

They say watch your friends, I say watch your family

They say let me hold teeth, if I ain't got it, I act differently

No friends, treat your family like your family

Be real, tell her you ain't got it, don't act like you have any

Let people walk out on me when it's hard, it get worse than this

Instead of you encouraging this wrong, you told her this

You don't go, he don't respect your home

You don't go, he don't feel like his home

You don't see me as the person I was

I was blind to you, that's why I do the shit I does

You never let a person tell me what you want me to know

Enrolled myself in Job Corps, I had to find which way to go

Mind different places, shoes different laces

Love one behind bars, them different cases

Jackson, good man can't afford to go different places

I get rich, I take care of my family, my brothers, long name, hey

Mind different places, shoes different laces

I be in so much shit, them different occupations

I won't go to college, I know they won't sell my application

What's your plan in my life? What's your occupation

Mind different places, shoes different laces

I be in so much shit, them different occupations

I won't go to college, I know they won't sell my application

What's your plan in my life? What's your occupation

I said, what's your occupation

What's your plan? I said, what's your occupation

Changed my story up, I changed to a new person, but I ain't new

If I got it, you got it, that's the difference between me and you

I got on them drugs, I ain't feel loose, couldn't do the shit I need to do

And it's in bystander, get out the way, you get hit with bullets too

But I'm mentally fucked up

And I'm weirdly locked up

Got this Glock with me, even though you don't see it, know it's tough

These niggas would chuck it, but they ain't done, they ain't gon' pluck

If it's up, then it's stuck, I got places to be

I left for her that love me, the most she show me is up

I can't fight this feeling good, but I can't cover, sit around chillin

Get up, get your money, don't look at me like you ain't hit me

I ain't in the streets for real, cause he play, he die for real

The mind of a maniac, I'll get you gone for real