Stick 2 Ur Day Job ft. Bohan Phoenix Lyrics

Alright, you done know what it is

This the part of the tape where I talk my shmack

It's the Dollar Menu

We finna eat like kings

You already know sometimes what's on the Dollar Menu

Be better than what's in the meals

Check

Check me out, deck me out in lavishness

You know I'm the lavishest rapper since Big Daddy

My chick a baddy, give me good good

Graining on the wood, woodpecker made in hood

Fair maiden reign in Brooklyn by the way of the slave trade

Because you know they took um but now we gon' get paid

I never been a shook one although we was bitch made

The only thing that switch about your boy is the switch blade

(Ya fucking right)

We on it all night like local service

We know that y'all bite and so we've kept it hard on purpose

Wait on me to fail, is it really worth it?

Doubters holding they breath til they turn purplish

You know what I'm about man, Hip Hop culture

And never hoeing out, man. That's pop culture

I'm zoning out, my hair growing out

Man, they own you now

Bitch, close the shop up whenever you going out

Stick to your day job

(I mean, you got benefits or whatever)

Stick to your day job

(I don't really see the benefits of you switching into my lane)

Stick to your day job

(You got your little spiffy uniform, you know what I'm saying?)

Stick to your day job

Man, I was down with this rap shit before I spoke English

Now I'm handing out cracked lips to those who got it confused

The difference between me and you isn't just the skin color and that's it

You couldn't get high if I passed to you that piff

You couldn't get live if I brought you a band

You've got it backwards

Quit your day job? You wanna be a rapper, huh?

I'm bout to quit this rapping shit and grab a gun

Rob your old lady, maybe even clap me something

I ain't fronting, yo these rhymes here ain't paying nothing

On my Pac shit, two Glock 42's

Biggie Smalls down your block, out for the loot

I'm out for the truth

Love Love's how we move

And you know what I'm about; more power to the youth

You might catch a body if you catch a feeling

Before I make that wack shit, I'll make a killing

That's my word

Yo, Öde

Stick to your day job

(What, they pay you like $17/20 and hour?)

Stick to your day job

(Damn, dog. That's shit's great. For real. That's great. I don't get paid at all)

Stick to your day job

(I don't be getting money at all. Uh huh, yeah)

Stick to your day job

All this swagger I done put in high definition sound for you

Oh no no, I know you can't travel too far from your desk so I brought it to you

I'm just trying to make this rap thing convenient for you

And show you that it might make a little more sense for you on the other side of the spectrum

But you know what?

I'm going to fall back

I'm gonna let my boy Joe do his thing on the guitar

And I'll be back at you in a minute

Dollar Menu

Stick to your day job

(You got your little 401k)

Stick to your day job

(Putting money away so, you know)

Stick to your day job

(You can put little Abdul through school yet you want to be me)

Stick to your day job