The stress is killing me
The pressure is agony
Most people work till they break
While others just take
Stop begging, get a job
Get a gun, motherfucker, go out and rob
Im up at 5 AM, gettin my work in
You sleep all day wondering why youre broke
Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends
Sob stories, sob stories never end
You claim youre fly but always need
Youre always broke but got money for weed
I got a problem, too
I keep feeding you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
I got a problem, too
I keep feeding you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
So you dont carry a gun, You still steal
You never pay people back and never will
And we keep handin out, youre breaking my balls
Till I give the fuck up and block your calls
Now Im the bad guy with a bank account
You just move to your next friend and burn him out
Everyone knows this guy, this shits true
Or maybe this songs about you
I got a problem, too
I keep feeding you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
I got a problem, too
I keep feeding you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job!
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