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letra de unemployed - fnbe

(clip from friday movie) “i know you don’t smoke weed. i know this. but i’mma get you high today. cuz it’s friday, you ain’t got no job, and you ain’t got sh-t to do!”

[hook: $marcx]
blowed for a living, get blowed for a living
i get blowed for a living, i got 4/20 vision
i get blowed for a living, get blowed for a living
and i ain’t got no job, so i ain’t really trippin’
(repeat)

[verse 1: $marcx]
look here we in the game, you got a spectator’s view
i’m tryna’ free my brain, smoking on pepe le pew
this weed gone keep me focused, i got an essay to do
i dropped 3 cl-ssic tapes in one year, boy that’s a decade for you!
these industry n-ggas a trip! all these wack -ss rappers getting contracts
and i wouldn’t dare spend money on your sh-t, i could spend that money on a dimesack!
gotta thank ugk for the screwed-up sh-t, yea my fam rolling deeper than the ku klux clique
you can chill with them lame n-ggas if you choose, or get high with the n-ggas that i grew up with
“is that donbee, from spilled-nk?” i said, you got-d-mn right, what the f-ck you think?
i been knowing that dude since middle school, so you f-ck with him, then you f-ck with me!
gotta keep an eye out for the nosy neighbors, bunch of grown -ss men, with ho behavior
can’t mind their business to save their life, them the same type of people do the police favors
so i stay low, pay attention to things! dealers be lacing, pretending it’s green
i ain’t gone never go hungry in life, as long as i’m close to a vending machine!
i wake up to a quick stretch, and get blowed as i get dressed
and getting blowed is my job, i ain’t gotta worry about p-ssing no p-ss test!

[hook: zak-mozis]

[verse 2: zak-mozis]
visions from a libra, hotter than a heater, words really lethal, always doing something illegal
looking fly with a high-ride, getting high in the sky, flying high so i’m flying higher than an eagle!
fake n-ggas: call em counterfeit! real n-ggas always down to spit
i swear y’all n-ggas never high as me, unless i’m that n-gga you smoked with!
half-a-brick of weed, i just sold it! them raw hemps, i rolled it!
walking in the door, they say i’m loud as f-ck! well that lemon kush: i smoked it!
kush got me so high, i barely can see, smoke in the car, i barely can breathe
on the lookout, watch for police, tried to arrest me–but d-mn, it’s just weed!
them snitches out, real n-ggas watching! them squawks free, them b-tches flocking!
got p-ssy n-ggas all up in my head, but it ain’t sh-t: my n-ggas down for boxing!
never been, never fold, if a n-gga got a problem he can test though
got a gang of n-ggas back in virden addition, put that iron to his -ss like starched clothes!
why do these people love to make -ssumptions? because i smoke weed, they think i do nothing
remember the cd, 2pac shakur: “only god can judge me,” proceed to the puffing!
i swear that it’s nothing, your b-tch i be f-cking, this d-ck she be loving, i’m probably nutting
all up in her stomach! fnbe, yea we do this sh-t! i said it, so f-ck it!

- fnbe

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