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King Lil G

Unemployed

 

Unemployed

(Album: 90's Kid, Vol. 2 - 2020)


Who you talking bout
Who the fuck wants smoke
I been wid the gangstas from the time I spoke

Welcome 2 my universe, food stamps, EbT
Just to make a couple dollas I made some deliveries
Blue rags only in my infantry, I'm trying get my life together I don't see why
Roaches crawling out the cereal
And they never run and hide, what's the dealy yo
My mother said mothafucka don't you complain, if you wanna do better get a job today
She started screaming, yelling u a fuckin bum, go get an application, are u fuckin dumb?
Momma I been trying but nobody calls me back, I even got jumped on the bus in fact
Some kids on the bus said homie where you from? Then before I knew it momma I was getting rushed

White tees, black chux, I was in da hood
Momma tellin me I was up to no good
White tees, black chux, I was in da hood
Momma tellin me I was up to no good
Momma tellin me I was up to no good
Momma tellin me I was up to no good

Momma guess what I got a job finally
She smiled like... who the fuck hired me
Then she said Alex don't fuckin lie to me
Where u been all day, this ain't the type of shit I need
Moms listen to me, plz hear me out
I know you tired of me loungin on the couch
My armpits and my hands got real sweaty
I said don't get mad Momma plz don't you worry
I'm working for my friend down the street his name is will
She said that I can work for him and maybe work some deals

She said what kinda deal? I said it pays the bills
She walked in2 my room & found the drugs and dolla bills

Momma ain't speaking to me, now I'm living on my own
Microwaving noodles pizza from a day ago

I left a voicemail, missed calls back 2 back
Sorry I let you down but mama I'm back to rap
Sorry I let you down but mama I'm back to rap

White tees, black chux, I was in da hood
Momma tellin me I was up to no good

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