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slave chainz - y.s.a lyrics

[chorus] look momma i don’t wanna settle for no 9 to 5
hard enuff time, being black stayin alive
i just wanna live off rap and get paid
anything ta get me outta these slavery chains
i rather not settle for no average, weak job
just over broke after weeks of working hard
i just wanna live off rap and get paid
anything ta get away from these slavery chains

[verse 1 – y.s.a] clocking in on a monday morning, i ain’t even finish yawning
dreams of having a status as big as wale folarin
just waiting on my callin’, i don’t know who gone call it
but this point of my life, i’m really tired of waiting on it
i’m hired at the entry level
a newcomer but they ain’t treating u any special
got me wrking extra hard, putttin money in my reach
just to give u 250 at the end of the week
thas weak, chump change, i don’t want fame
man, i’m just looking to get better on my stunt game
while these ni–as taking steps, i’ll be on the express, like the two and three speeding past the one train, mane
while i’m tryna get my fans up
i’m harr-ssed by my boss to pull my pants up
frustrating but i answer, her, every demand
tol my momma imma quit, and she told me, u need ta man up!

[chorus] look momma i don’t wanna settle for no 9 to 5
hard enough time, being black stayin alive
i just wanna live off rap and get paid
anything ta get me outta these slavery chains
i rather not settle for no average, weak job
just over broke after weeks of working hard
i just wanna live off rap and get paid
anything ta get away from these slavery chains

[verse 2 – y.s.a] i give it to u millionaire flow
tell me what the millionaires know
poor, wit a millionaire soul
i bet she let me hit, if i was a millionaire…. hoe!
its almost three in the morning, on my way back from the stu’
tackling the dreams that i be tryna pursue
tryna reach home before the purple skies turn blue
need eight hours of sleep but i’m settling for two
i ain’t spreading my blood sweat tears
only to remain in this underground for years
how i grind, i should be moungst emcee’s best
i guess these fans ain’t ready to recieve me yet
but see me vex, see me stress, but i chill
all these fake ni–as winning i don’t even know what’s real
shoutout ta sitcom, that say she do it for the love
i would too, only if all my ends was meeting up

[chorus]

[verse 3 – y.s.a]i give it to u millionaire flow
tell me what the millionaires know
poor, wit a millionaire soul
i bet she let me hit, if i was a millionaire…. hoe!
i know u scared of tht poverty rate
wanting lottery cake
but everybody gotta do a f-ckin job tht they hate, (go getcha hustle on!)
don’t ya brother and ya moms need supporting
ain’t that the main reason why u tryna make fortune
help em outta that h-ll hole before u reach the coffin
workplace the plantation, slave owners are ya bosses
hoping ya lyrics and these beats join forces
and get u outta that job where u been over exhausting
overtime after overtime, still writing rhymes
u just puttin in the over grind
but faith always keeps me walking wit a open mind
it’s time for wrk, i know the rent is due today but mom listen…

[chorus]

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