Get A Job

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

I’m up at 5 AM, gettin’ my work in

You sleep all day wondering why you’re broke

Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends

Sob stories, sob stories never end

You claim you’re fly but always need

You’re 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 don’t carry a gun, You still steal

You never pay people back and never will

And we keep handin’ out, you’re breaking my balls

Till I give the fuck up and block your calls

Now I’m the bad guy with a bank account

You just move to your next friend and burn him out

Everyone knows this guy, this shit’s true

Or maybe this song’s 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!