9 2 5 (feat. Disbelief) Video (MV)

I do not want a nine to five job
Wake up in the afternoon like a nine to five slob
When I'm in the city it's a nine to five mob
I'm building myself up like nine to five cob
I do not want a nine to five job
Wake up in the afternoon like a nine to five slob
When I'm in the city it's a nine to five mob
I'm building myself up like nine to five cob

I'm tryna clean out
All my headspace
You not with the times
You a rat in a dead race
You be walkin free, and you doing something bad
While the homie doing time just cause he medicate
She was a baddie I sent her my addy
And then she got mad at me so I fled the state
It's a broke boy flex I ain't got nothing left
Couple pennies in the bag and old an old piece of bread
You can go smoke with the homies
I'd rather stay home and make beats on my laptop instead
Or at least I wish
That I was that kid
I spend to much time
Being dumb and too high
Drugs are mad stupid yeah I don't know why
I can't seem too keep all the red out my eyes
I took some fungus and waited
My pupils dilated
I do not know what my mental state is
I had some ideas and now they all faded
Rest in piece to all of the music that I am not making
I hope I don't go too much longer without changing
Must change
Gotta do it bro

I do not want a nine to five job
Wake up in the afternoon like a nine to five slob
When I'm in the city it's a nine to five mob
I'm building myself up like nine to five cob
I do not want a nine to five job
Wake up in the afternoon like a nine to five slob
When I'm in the city it's a nine to five mob
I'm building myself up like nine to five cob

Yo y'all aren't ready for this
Disbelief on the beat
My bands are blue just like a tweet
Ain't nobody who can beat me
You best retreat and accept
Defeat
Before I put you on the hot seat
Man my flow pretty sweet huh
Did I kill another track Duh
Speak against me you're gonna get slapped uh
I don't wanna see these fakes up in my feed
They tryna feed off of me and take my currency
I pride myself on my consistency
I refuse to put out trash
And if you say that I ain't killin'
Me and Dylan will pull up
Both of us look like villains
I'm chillin
Like what you claim is around your neck
Your jewelry's fake
Your diamonds are fake
Your personality's fake
And you wonder why you're getting hate
Because you claim that you are great
And then you fall victim to fakes
That claim that it's okay to put in zero effort as long as it makes you bank
Just think about what's important
Being real is easier than you think
Just do what you know is right, don't take bad advice
Don't let others ruin your life
Now ain't that nice