Westy Productions, if you want to get by in life, you've got two f*cking options
Work for somebody, or work for yourself, because you are the only thing to invest in
Working every day, just to get paid. It's like there's no way about this grave
Will I die here in this all alone? Where is the light? Cause I just can't see no more
Yeah, I'm working every day, nine to five, just for minimum wage
This job is like a grave, and I'm stuck in a cage
Now I'm standing on the stage, and these bitches go crazy
Posting on their page, now I'm making my way
Working every day, nine to five, just for minimum wage
Yeah, this job is like a grave, and I'm stuck in this cage
I'm stuck here in this grave alone
Working every day, nine to five, just for minimum wage
F*ck that, I'm trying to get paid
Live lavish in the motherf*cking shade
Black ass nigga like that nigga Blade
Westley Snipes, yeah, I feed your bitch pipe
Give her what she like, you at home, I'm gonna fight
This bitch standing nagging, bump a kid dragging
Fly on this carpet like my name was Aladdin with a bad little bitch from Puerto Rico
Yeah, I get the cocaine from my f*cking amigos
That's my potency, I hit you with a chopper, never f*ck with a copper
Keep a bad little bitch on my roster
No way, oh
I work every day, I work every day
Well, I die here alone
Well, I ain't here for days
I can't see no, I can't see no