will be the first ones to go! A job for real men a job for real saints a world for real men a world for real saints (?) Everything is alright, you
you will be the first ones to go! A job for real men a job for real saints a world for real men a world for real saints (?) Everything is alright, you
right hands Maybe a judge, Make a PA your friend Understand what really moves the world Recognize what really moves these girls Juice is more important than cash for real
can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser A penny a yard, to make a record ain't hard But to make it mean something that's a job But then we do
take bricks I'm like a waitress in the trap I got somethin' to serve That's sixteen bars, same price for a bird What you need, a bird or a couple pounds
for? I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny Be in town in a minute Now be sure if you
in the midst of a real MC Throw your hands in the air if you real as me Oooooooooooh (Kid Cudi) Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin' ready for
chase mines They say signs of the end is near I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxy pads Enough oxy cotton to send a fuckin' ox to rehab Whack job in a bag and a black stalkin' cap Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a
Elton John Anything for fame wellyou got it wrong This looks like a blow job to me Coz what we need is some controversy Everybody suck, just swallow me Cos I like a
, hey, yea, yea Got a dolla and a dream Yea I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems Yea I got a dolla and a dream
Chillin', cooler den a squeak, kickin' dirt on my sneakers Suckers on the corner lookin' down at their beepers They couldn't get a job or a nice home
fence Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster Real big wheel when a gun is in his hands Just did a
friends respect that "W" too Y'all make me sick Renegade chicks, strap a grenade to my dick This shit is feather Stuck in a high, but more callibre job
Verse Three: Jackie chan movements, hard to kill for real, drill him some more with some old fashion smooth shit, long winded, splendid the bomb blow, on the whole a
been home since Fuck a rapper, I'm an actor in a film called: "Leave me the fuck alone until I find a real job" Busting chrome grills off at these soft
I brushed my teeth I combed my hair And I got dressed and went to school I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack A tasty cake and orange juice and a
