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letra de doin my job - jon connor

[verse 1]
yeah, look, i got my first job at 17 years old
worked at gregaros in that plaza out on linden road
dishwasher trying not to slip on f-cking soap
walk through the kitchen, slipped and burnt my arm on the f-cking stove
long as i make my lil’ money, sh-t was beautiful
just trying to make some bread to get equipment for my studio
never gave a f-ck about a job that wasn’t music
but if it help with my hustle, i’m like f-ck it, i’ma do it
boss yelling at me, like i give a f-ck
look, while he’s screaming, i’m day dreaming about the day that i’ma live it up
hated every minute, cashing checks and breaking dishes
other n-ggas feel like this what they want to do for a living
h-ll naw, i’d rather starve than work this hard for another man
slave every month and barely bring home a couple grand
i used to want to spaz and show my -ss ya’ll, i swear to god
music was my p-ssion and this was just a f-cking job

[bridge]
i mean you know what i’m saying
i was just a young n-gga, just trying to, just trying to get my money
ya know, i ain’t want too much, man
just catch me some b-tches at the expo
ya know, hit pirate’s park up, ya know what i’m saying?

[verse 2]
my second job, i was 20 and it wasn’t about the money
i was moving to orlando and i couldn’t leave with nothing
i filled out an application at big john’s steak and onion
week later, called me back, i’m like here we go, f-ck it
now this job was worst than the first
my boss was a b-tch who used to stress all the time about how i was stocking the chips
i told her i would do better like and to told her to suck my d-ck
and the loser that worked the grill was a racist and full of sh-t
the whole staff like it’s life or death over fast food
every morning saying short prayers in the bathroom
lord, please tell me you know i don’t wanna be here
the faster i get money then the faster i can leave here
put a smile on your face, do it for the team’s sake
they hated that i had a dream outside of flipping cheese steak
always tried to deter me saying no way i could beat the odds
music was my p-ssion, that was just a f-cking job

[bridge]
i mean i couldn’t stand that b-tch, man
i’m talking about for real
i remember i used to be like drawing like lil’ lil’ all varsity logos and sh-t on the back of receipts in my spare time
this b-tch told me not to do that because it was making the other workers feel like my mind wasn’t on the job
b-tch, my mind not on the job, what the f-ck you talking about?

[verse 3]
the last job i ever had, waited a month for them to call me back
moving to miami figure working at this [out to plan to help me get some bread before i leave?]
the end result of that was stress, stress and more f-cking stress, yeah all of that
boss’ name was victor and he thought rapping was a mockery
he made himself feel better at meetings by f-cking mocking me
possibly, did he think his words was really stopping me
saying, i’m trying to look out for you brother
but got it out for me, f-ck paint, f-ck drilling, was thinking about a million
i don’t belong in this place, have you ever had that feeling
i respect my co-workers because they had to feed their children
but that just wasn’t for me and victor saw that and it k!lled him
young n-gga with ambition, taking everything he’s dishing
that was all i heard, but was strong enough not to listen
donielle called me cause she seen me on the tv spittin’
and all she could say was d-mn yon you really did it

[outro]
ha! now let’s be clear man
it is nothing wrong with any of these occupations, i’m rapping about
i’m just saying if that’s not what the f-ck you wanna do
do not let these mother f-ckers guilt trip you into doing some sh-t you gonna hate for the rest of your life
chase your dream don’t let nothing stop you
sh-t, that’s what i did, i’m living proof, and i’m from flint michigan, and if i can do it, any of ya’ll can do it
straight up, man, ain’t no excuses, excuses is useless, i mean that sh-t
if you don’t wanna do it, quit that mother f-cking job immediately, n-gga
fore you f-cking look around and it’s 20 years later, n-gga
and you wondering how the f-ck you got gray hairs with these mother f-ckers
now what i’m saying?

- jon connor

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