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diiirty work - mattick! lyrics

[hook]
time and time again them dollar signs got me hooked
they got my soul like a ty dolla $ign hook
fdic insured, federal reserved, i be gettin’ it for sure
all the president’s men, all the president’s men
i only got dead friends, if being broke is wrong that i can’t be right
i only got dead friends, all the president’s men
richard nixon morals for the money, dirty work, dirty work
i do whatever for ends

[verse 1]
waking at dawn, sh-t, shower, shave with the mach 3 blade
my pops he taught me how to save, found out ’bout finance the first time i got paid
hawkin’ lemonade under palm shade, coolie poolside on hot days
do you know what capitalism is? i been on my pimpin’ sh-t way before the southernplayalistic rhythm hit
used to sell them stickers from diary of a wimpy kid in elementary
had the answers to them homework problems on the low, always kept my problems on the low
like the goggles on proposition joe, what i been through you probably never know
before it was h-tting licks and stealin’ handbags, it was wishing windows and filling sandbags
when the atmospheric rains and rivers came, god’s teardrops drippin’ off my windowpane
everyday, any way how i get it mane remember gettin’ paid on chipper days
me and pops was rollin’ up in the rusty old toyota truck, broken c-ssette deck
m-ffler on the brink of blowin’ up, air conditioning nonexistent, grippin’ the wood with a cobra clutch
can’t fall victim to famine, fam i gotta finish hat my family started
16, hit the kitchen, i’m a sandwich artist
one month i was outta here, adios, dearly departed like damon, dicaprio
devito that’s paddy’s pub, i packed it up
and made the push from pushing packs to pushing push brooms on patios

[verse 2]
my closet kin hittin’ licks fresh out the courthouse
first paycheck i got went straight to the plug, my pockets on life support now
over the years did a whole lot of community service, but, uh, i didn’t really do it on purpose
chocolate chip bagel binge, baby i been feeling the fervor
catch the confessions of a cafeteria server, providing a service but i am i serving a purpose?
i’m conflicted, caught between bein’ a consequential rapper and an construction crew anti-slacker
independent contractor, concrete cracker, wheelbarrow warrior, sledgehammer samurai
nc standin’ by with the bobcat on standby, scandalous women usin’ s-x appeal to eat steak and lamb
ident-ty theft and credit card scams, everybody tryna get out of a jam
i know not everybody gon’ get down with my jams, i know lyricism can’t rock a party
let’s not forget that das efx got respect poppin’ next to gang starr and naughty
what he eat don’t make you sh-t, ooh you mad cause yo’ sales don’t ship
your stomach in knots cause you not somebody, man how you gon’ throw shots at yachty?
the life of joseph mcvey gave me a spark of hope for my lonely days
but what z-ro did that broke my heart, i saw bodak roarin’ up the the charts
and i hope that kodak gon’ get a fresh start, what xxxtentacion did was wrong
we know that bari should be behind bars, this ain’t for squares or the pop charts
i bring them checks in like foursquare i guess you could say i make pop art

- mattick lyrics

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