9To5Since91 - Serious Klein

Yeh, yeh yeh yeh yeh, yeh

3five we all we need

I be fucking up the game

And i know these niggas doubt me

Yelling mirror who that nigga

9to5 cause momma taught me

Tripple 5 we all we need

Seri seri heats the blocka

You know mans gotta eat

This for my mandems and them shottas

Blocka blocka motherfucker

Seen you hanging with them busters

Blood the hunger always touched us

And the struggle never loved us

Player tell me what it does

I be hustling, i be starving

Got a thing for this cheddar nigga

Kinda hear it calling

This for these overnights, pray that you get those bars

Jiggie, jiggie, jiggie, nigga money, power, look at God

Don’t you die blind, slaves don’t ever knew wealth

I know they’ve always promised heaven

But we only knew hell

Black on black, cause i matter homie

Clear water you fucking owe me

We’re not the same

Yeh i know, i mean you fucking showed me

Power to the people

I am a panther with my turtle neck

If GOT made me a pirate

I am about to take the hood on deck

I’ve mixed the Malcolm with some Luther

And the sermon at the service

Got me screaming halleluja

Don’t let your faith leave or lose ya

Or the world blind your eyes

Youngin' please don’t let it move ya

I just had a long ass day

Couple scars on my back

But i am black by resume

9 to 5 what a life

Couple sun stripes in my grey

Motherfucker imma stay

What a day !

What a day !

Fucking nigga, fucking problem

Everlasting, no can’t solve it

Martin always had a dream

Miami blues, that Alec Baldwin

Don’t you do it for these camera’s

Don’t forget to pop your color

My g i swear they gon' remember

Imma put that on my

Cause my momma tired hoe

We out here tryna pay your bills

But we gon' die alone

Who gives a fuck about our story

All them cry alongs

Ay sell that nigga to a master

Put some shackles on

Na thats a oldie, classic song

This for them purple colors, this from a refugee

Stretch yo fist high, don’t you ever let em take your peace

Bebe don’t you despair, made a call up to the air

Got some niggas, knowing niggas

Don’t you worry they don’t care

Black on my black, cause we all know

Hate my people from the heart though

Stole my culture just for promo

Middle finger to the Popo

Took my breath thats on some Loso

Got these negus load their fo' fo'

And this kiddos turning cold yo

If you didn’t now you know though

I’ve mixed the Malcolm with some Luther

And the sermon at the service

Got me screaming halleluja

Don’t let your faith leave or lose ya

Or the world blind your eyes

Youngin' please don’t let it move ya

I just had a long ass day

Couple scars on my back

But i am black by resume

9 to 5 what a live

Couple sun stripes in my grey

Motherfucker imma stay

What a day !

What a day !