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[Chorus]
I woke up working like I’m Mexican (I look up)
That mean I work from 10 2 10
Then 10 2 10 – then 10 again
Nightmares are losing everything, boost my adrenaline
[Verse 1]
I got 3 jobs like I’m Jamaican, doh
I need 3 wives like I was Haitian, doh
I’m gettin’ money like the doctors mane
'Cept – 'cept I ain’t got no patients, doh
All this bread can’t be too good for my cholesterol (No)
Don’t come round talkin’ loudly, fucking up my repertoire – dog
I can’t lie, bruh lately I’ve been stressing heavily
I’m sippin’, poppin’, smokin’ on whatever takes the pressure off
You bitch you, FF Imperial to my burial
Dodging every bullet and venereal
Anti-Fuck-Boy-Material, until I’m dead, I’m living proof
If you focus on what’s in front of you, and not what’s in the peripheral – Let’s go!
Word? Boy I seen drama on drama (Boy)
Drama on drama, over comma on comma
I’m bringing home Dead Prez – my house done feel like it’s haunted
I put the city on my back, right along with my garments, went to sleep snoring
[Chorus]
I woke up working like I’m Mexican
That mean I work from 10 2 10
Then 10 2 10 – then 10 again
Nightmares are losing everything, boost my adrenaline
[Verse 2]
I got 3 jobs like I’m Jamaican, doh
I need 3 wives like I was Haitian, doh
1 cook, 1 clean, the other PMS’ing (Oh)
No hable Ingles if police have questions – they don’t know what that mean nigga (Nigga)
They say Detroit going through 'The Great Depression’ still (Uh-huh)
It’s been depressed so long, boy I can’t even tell depression here
My homeboy still gon’ pull up on ’em – rims big as a ferris wheel (Swerve)
So many rides up on the curb, my lil’ cuz thought the fair was here
Like Oh, I’m Primo, top spot redeemed ho’ – for who?
My team – and we might take a trip to Bermuda, Montego, pussy and flamingos
Got me thinking: Fuck I need to sleep for? Haaa?
[Closing Chorus]
I woke up working like I’m Mexican
That mean I work from 10 2 10
Then 10 2 10 – then 10 again
Nightmares are losing everything, boost my adrenaline
I got 3 jobs like I’m Jamaican, doh
I need 3 wives like I was Haitian, doh
I’m gettin’ money like the doctors mane
'Cept – 'cept I ain’t got no patients, doh – mhm
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