Work the Mic

Work the mic I be on a 9 to 5

Over time like my partners

And they hittin 5 to 9

Bookin shows we clockin hoes

You can't pull me to the side

Fill the front row table sections

And my niggas throwin signs

You a You a You a

Bitch

You a You a You a

Bitch

I promise you don't want to get to know me

I be the buddha on the beat and I aint speaking slowly

I just got off of the phone

With my number one head advisor

Thats my momma she a g

And she don always been a rider

She said angels watchin

And they workin real hard here to guide ya

Do it for ya self

You gon have to be a grinder

But I I I knowin where I'm from

Hatin from the desert sun

Gotta get it out the mud

I'm riding it out on the drum

Snappin snares and light it up

I'm crawling if I cannot run

It's a no when asked if done

I I I work the mic I be on a 9 to 5

Clocking the over time

I be just like all my partners and they hittin 5 to 9

Bookin shows we clockin hoes

You cant pull me to the side

I I I work the mic I be on a 9 to 5

Clocking the over time

I be just like all my partners and they hittin 5 to 9

Bookin shows we clockin hoes

You cant pull me to the side

When I when I look into the mirror

I'm not sure if its a friend to me

A saboteur imposter

And over ridden anxiety

The thought of giving up

Has a calming sense of serenity

But then I get the mic

And its like another extremity

And ah ah ah

And then my pen writes

More like my pen strikes

Pitched down from left right

Based fill we mixed tight

Ad libs we add light

Drop the beat its something slight

Aint no buddha bad night