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Jon Connor
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Doin My Job
[Verse 1] Yeah, look, I got my first job at 17 years old Worked at Gregaros in that plaza out on Linden Road Dishwasher trying not to slip on fucking soap Walk through the kitchen, slipped and burnt my arm on the fucking stove Long as I make my lil' money, shit was beautiful Just trying to make some bread to get equipment for my studio Never gave a fuck about a job that wasn't music But if it help with my hustle, I'm like fuck it, I'ma do it Boss yelling at me, like I give a fuck Look, while he's screaming, I'm day dreaming about the day that I'ma live it up Hated every minute, cashing checks and breaking dishes Other niggas feel like this what they want to do for a living Hell naw, I'd rather starve than work this hard for another man Slave every month and barely bring home a couple grand I used to want to [spaz?]and show my ass ya'll, I swear to God Music was my passion and this was just a fucking job
[Bridge] I mean you know what I'm saying I was just a young nigga, just trying to, just trying to get my money Ya know, I ain't want too much, man Just catch me some bitches at the expo Ya know, hit Pirate's Park up, ya know what I'm saying?
[Verse 2] My second job, I was 20 and it wasn't about the money I was moving to Orlando when I couldn't leave with nothing I filled out an application at Big John's Steak and Onion Week later, called me back, I'm like here we go, fuck it Now this job was worst than the first My boss was a bitch who used to stress all the time about how I was stocking the chips I told her I would do better liked to told her to suck my dick And the loser that worked the grill was a racist and full of shit The whole staff like it's life or death over fast food Every morning saying short prayers in the bathroom Lord, please tell me you know I don't wanna be here The faster I get money then the faster I can leave here Put a smile on your face, do it for the team's sake They hated I had a dream outside of flipping cheese steak Always tried to deter me saying no way I could beat the odds Music was my passion, that was just a fucking job
[Bridge] I mean I couldn't stand that bitch, man I'm talking about for real I remember I used to be like drawing like lil' lil' all varsity logos and shit on the back of receipts in my spare time This bitch told me not to do that because it was making the other workers feel like my mind wasn't on the job Bitch, my mind not on the job, what the fuck you talking about?
[Verse 3] The last job I ever had, waited a month for them to call me back Moving to Miami figure working at this [out to plan to help me get some bread before I leave?] The end result of that was stress, stress and more fucking stress, yeah all of that Boss' name was Victor and he thought rapping was a mockery He made himself feel better at meetings by fucking mocking me Possibly, did he think his words was really stopping me Saying, I'm trying to look out for you brother But got it out for me, fuck paint, fuck drilling, was thinking about a million I don't belong in this place, have you ever had that feeling I respect my co-workers because they had to feed their children But that just wasn't for me and Victor saw that and it killed him Young nigga with ambition, taking everything he's dishing That was all I heard, but was strong enough not to listen Donielle called me cause she seen me on the TV spittin' And all she could say was damn yon you really did it
[Outro] HA! Now let's be clear man It is nothing wrong with any of these occupations, I'm rapping about I'm just saying if that's not what the fuck you wanna do Do NOT let these mother fuckers guilt trip you into doing some shit you gonna hate for the rest of your life Chase your dream don't let nothing stop you Shit, that's what I did, I'm living proof, and I'm from Flint Michigan, and if I can do it, any of ya'll can do it Straight up, man, ain't no excuses, excuses is useless, I mean that shit If you don't wanna do it, quit that mother fucking job immediately, nigga Fore you fucking look around and it's 20 years later, nigga And you wondering how the fuck you got gray hairs with THESE mother fuckers Now what I'm saying?
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