Charles Hamilton - 9 to 5 (Layout) lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - 9 to 5 Layout lyrics]
These niggas be buggin man
Y'all niggas want me to wear
What? and do what?
Fuck all that, I'm bout to get a 9 to 5
I work hard at being lazy
And y'all see me as crazy but chill fam
It takes a real man no matter the gender
To walk away from fame and get a (9-5)
While I'm still in the game
Cause, I don't appeal to the fame
My real name is my rock the mic name
Groupies are cool, but not tonight dame
You hot as i jot, make me feel quiet lame
Piff the new boss, i almost got fired
Was gonna snatch a 20 bag for my dude Josh
Come back with a 20 dollar
Bill like "Dude I'm suicidal"
Can't tell you how i feel
Instead ODing with a power drill
He made me feel like a coward feels
The nigga got dope bud, but when i smoke
It still feels like sour still
We not beefin, but i kinda feel scum like
Go to sleep holdin my suicide gun tight
I really might do it one night
These saltine crackers get me DUMB tight
Don't blog about this
No unsolicited interviews
What if God said bloggin is what
I was meant to do?
Music sent me to defend her moves
So go hate like most administrative niggas do
My great and great grandmother died
Been four years since i looked
Into my brothers eyes
Marcus, our bond is retarded, no family
Alone with no market
I sold out with Gauchos, keep it real y'all
Like the song, I don't
Cause, I don't feel y'all
I sound like another them
Not the real Charles
Nothin on my album can reveal Charles
But buy it, don't steal y'all
Cause it's still Charles
I chalk it up as a real loss but i win
These are confessions of a real boss
You heard me? And I'm
Y'all niggas want me to wear
What? and do what?
Fuck all that, I'm bout to get a 9 to 5
I work hard at being lazy
And y'all see me as crazy but chill fam
It takes a real man no matter the gender
To walk away from fame and get a (9-5)
While I'm still in the game
Cause, I don't appeal to the fame
My real name is my rock the mic name
Groupies are cool, but not tonight dame
You hot as i jot, make me feel quiet lame
Piff the new boss, i almost got fired
Was gonna snatch a 20 bag for my dude Josh
Come back with a 20 dollar
Bill like "Dude I'm suicidal"
Can't tell you how i feel
Instead ODing with a power drill
He made me feel like a coward feels
The nigga got dope bud, but when i smoke
It still feels like sour still
We not beefin, but i kinda feel scum like
Go to sleep holdin my suicide gun tight
I really might do it one night
These saltine crackers get me DUMB tight
Don't blog about this
No unsolicited interviews
What if God said bloggin is what
I was meant to do?
Music sent me to defend her moves
So go hate like most administrative niggas do
My great and great grandmother died
Been four years since i looked
Into my brothers eyes
Marcus, our bond is retarded, no family
Alone with no market
I sold out with Gauchos, keep it real y'all
Like the song, I don't
Cause, I don't feel y'all
I sound like another them
Not the real Charles
Nothin on my album can reveal Charles
But buy it, don't steal y'all
Cause it's still Charles
I chalk it up as a real loss but i win
These are confessions of a real boss
You heard me? And I'm