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letra de unemployed - tierra whack

[verse 1]
i must be a criminal (yo)
keep your talkin’ minimal (yo)
’cause most of it’s subliminal (yo)
and it’ll put you in a critical (yo, yo)
used to be invisible (yo)
they would refer to me as mythical (yo)
sippin’ on mastika, yeah, i sip it slow (yo)
not on my level, not on your tippy-toes (yo)
walk in the bank and i yell, “gimme those” (yo)
hot as a stove, yeah, i’m wearin’ fendi clothes (yo)
i’m want my spot, yeah, look at wendy nose (yo)
my n-gg-s eatin’, they gettin’ minerals (yo)
if you throw shots, then you know my men’ll roll (yo)
up on your block, now you lookin’ pitiful (yo)
tinted the windows, i need a minute, yo (yo)
i’ll leave your missus all mad and miserable (go)
you picked the wrong time to pick a fight
your b-tch a dyk-, she think she ike
you sippin’ on a drink that’s spiked
enough for you to say goodnight
for the rest of your life
i know your sons won’t miss you
i did a favor for them n-gg-s
took a loss to a winner
rick ross, you been dinner
you ain’t fly, i make your wings stop
i’m real as f-ck and your ring’s not
fresh as h-ll like a king’s socks
your real car is a slingshot
don’t need a gun, i use a slingshot
if i was a beverage
you would have to drink hot

[chorus]
got a job i gotta do (yo)
i get down and dirty, too (yo)
what it is? what it do? (yo)
same sh-t, nothin’ new (yo, yo)
got a job i gotta do (yo)
i get down and dirty, too (yo)
what it is? what it do? (yo)
same sh-t, nothin’ new (yo)
got a job i gotta do (yo)
i get down and dirty, too (yo)
what it is? what it do? (yo)
same sh-t, nothin’ new (yo)
got a job i gotta do (yo)
i get down and dirty, too (yo)
what it is? what it do? (yo)
same sh-t, nothin’ new (go)

[verse 2]
havin’ flashbacks, where yo’ past at?
where the cash at? ayo, p-ss that
i will stab backs just for bags, racks
front on me and i’ll punch yo’ -ss flat
are you okay? please don’t ask that
i don’t act black, got a fat cat
you a rat-rat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat-a-tat-tat
tattoos, but you can’t see ’em
ice cold, yeah, i’m goin’ skiin’
i get around at the colosseum
used to roam around with no pot to pee in
i was p-ssed off
get away with murder like christophe
you get crisscrossed in the big loft
i’m a big boss
so much sauce, i drip broth
the wait is over, i’m takin’ over (yo)
you’re overweight, you ate a soda (yo)
i’m super sober, you doin’ c-ke (yo)
coca-cola (yo, yo)
ahead of you, like a closure (yo)
when troy died, i had to find some closure (yo)
don’t push me, b-tch, i am not a stroller (yo)
pop off on a n-gg- like bread in toaster (yo)
double d-cup, you should use a coaster (yo)
i’m on the post, i need the deal like kosher (yo)
so i shop it over, blue faces (yo)
and i call ’em grovers (yo)
b-tter pecan rover, i’m that odor (yo)
wanna be like me when i get older (yo)
talked to god, then he came over (yo)
talked to god, then he came over (yo)

- tierra whack

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