Lyrics Stick 2 Ur Day Job - Bohan Phoenix

Stick 2 Ur Day Job

Alright, you done know what it is
This the part of the tape where I talk my shmack
It’s the Dollar Menu
We finna eat like kings
You already know sometimes what’s on the Dollar Menu be better than what’s in
the meals
Check
Check me out, deck me out in lavishness
You know I’m the lavishest rapper since Big Daddy
My chick a baddy
Give me good good
Graining on the wood, woodpecker made in hood
Fair maiden reign in Brooklyn by the way of the slave trade
Because you know they took um but now we gon' get paid
I never been a shook one although we was bitch made
The only thing that switch about your boy is the switch blade
(Ya fucking right)
We on it all night like local service
We know that y’all bite and so we’ve kept it hard on purpose
Wait on me to fail, is it really worth it?
Doubters holding they breath til they turn purplish
You know what I’m about man, Hip Hop culture
And never hoeing out, man.
That’s pop culture
I’m zoning out, my hair growing out
Man, they own you now
Bitch, close the shop up whenever you going out/
Stick to your day job
(I mean, you got benefits or whatever)
Stick to your day job
(I don’t really see the benefits of you switching into my lane)
Stick to your day job
(You got your little spiffy uniform, you know what I’m saying?)
Stick to your day job
Man, I was down with this rap shit before I spoke English
Now I’m handing out cracked lips to those who got it confused
The difference between me and you isn’t just the skin color and that’s it
You couldn’t get high if I passed to you that piff
You couldn’t get live if I brought you a band
You’ve got it backwards
Quit your day job?
You wanna be a rapper, huh?
I’m bout to quit this rapping shit and grab a gun
Rob your old lady, maybe even clap me something
I ain’t fronting, yo
These rhymes here ain’t paying nothing
On my Pac shit, two Glock 42's
Biggie Smalls down your block, out for the loot
I’m out for the truth
Love Love’s how we move
And you know what I’m about;
more power to the youth
You might catch a body if you catch a feeling
Before I make that wack shit, I’ll make a killing
That’s my word
Yo, Öde
Stick to your day job
(What, they pay you like $ 17/20 and hour?)
Stick to your day job
(Damn, dog. That’s shit’s great. For real. That’s great. I don’t get paid at
all)
Stick to your day job
(I don’t be getting money at all. Uh huh, yeah)
Stick to your day job
All this swagger i done put in high definition sound for you
Oh no no, I know you can’t travel too far from your desk so I brought it to you
I’m just trying to make this rap thing convenient for you
And show you that it might make a little more sense for you on the other side
of the spectrum
But you know what?
I’m going to fall back
I’m gonna let my boy Joe do his thing on the guitar
And I’ll be back at you in a minute
Dollar Menu
Stick to your day job
(You got your little 401k)
Stick to your day job
(Putting money away so, you know)
Stick to your day job
(You can put little Abdul through school yet you want to be me)
Stick to your day job