Correction Lyrics 9 to 5 by Freddie Gibbs

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For me the, the saddest thing when I see young people that have already like, given in, yeah I'm like, yeah, that's the time you fight, that's the time that you should try and fail and try again and then it's like, when you get old, you're like, at least I tried, didn't work out, you know, so I said, "Look man I'm gonna go for it and if I end up [bleep] broke or poor, whatever, then f**k it, man, at least I tried, you know."

Empty stomach with a full clip
Different day but I proceed to repeat wit' the bullsh*t
9 to 5, it don't pay the rent
Sick and tired, let's go get a lick
Hit a lick, run it ship the brick
Put me in the mix
Really 'cause I smoked up all my sh*t
Put me in a twist
f**k them n***as on these hollow tips
I forgive 'em but I can't forget

Can't forget, VVS is all that I'm flexin'
And my piece is drippin' water, high Titanic my necklace
Got a room at the Four Seasons, f**k them hoes at the Westin
Copped a Rollie with the papers
Plain Jane, hold the dressin' (hold the dressin')
Smoking dodi, dodi in a box
Throwing thangs at the Reno cops
Hunnid' thangs in this rental car
Momma said this dope will get you paid
But it won't get you far

Grams exfoliate to shake friends molted into snakes
State campus side hustle's pushing minor weight
Prey on the Ralph Lauren Polo collar, Sperry rockers
Your momma sent 'em cash and books that I'm junkin' as profit
The Green Goblin Ganja got me high as a c*ckpit
Business class seats en route to Miami, Florida
Like Dan Le Batard I'm, analyzing this sport of rap
Instead of competing, y'all keeping relations intact
Draped in all black like a bat out of hell
Eviction letters had me working calculators and scales
My failed efforts of passing drug tests has led to bagging up
Powder like meal preppin', weight on my shoulders
Had the deadlift commended by die hard fans packing our venues
Our brother pack a .38 special next to his pelvis
In case you tryna end this dynasty, think twice before your life gone
From thrift shops to Givenchy Python
And my f**king robe is Chanel, dog
Got beef my Haitian will cast a spell, dog
Word is bond, had to make it back home
Just to f**k some old hoes, you know how it go
Roll slow with the 500, stay blunted
Young Andreas ain't the one to play a little sucker
(sh*t sounds so sweet)

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