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hustle hard nine to five
you better go clock in on time
fifteen minutes late then they’re gonna go rip out your spine
kick you to the curb faster than if you were smoking herb
drinking wine on they dime? they’ll walk you to the welfare line
corporate days rap at night still i shine it shine it bright
center of the solar system self proclaimed prolific wisdom
don’t talk shit about nine to fivers
douche bags like to critize us
they wont go away like siroisis
we all play a part no denying this
hate on me go ahead
i’ll serve you up like judge dredd
while i’m sitting in this judge bench
this is what I think of your nonsense
boom shackalacka dont like none of ya cacka
and you’ll find im like an old man im fucking out my rocker
atttitude is hotter as im rockin back an forth
while im having all these evil thoughts while sitting on my front porch
like a lonely comet traveling my way through space
shining till i hit the earth and make it a blank canvas

i’m bout my paper
i’m on the grind
i hustle hard
i shine, i shine, i shine,
i shine , i shine i shine
i’m bout my paper
i’m on the grind
i hustle hard
i shine, i shine, i shine,
i shine , i shine i shine