Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 9To5Since91, artist - Serious Klein. Album song Summer 03's Problem, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
9To5Since91 |
| Yeh, yeh yeh yeh yeh, yeh |
| 3five we all we need |
| I be fucking up the game |
| And i know these niggas doubt me |
| Yelling mirror who that nigga |
| 9to5 cause momma taught me |
| Tripple 5 we all we need |
| Seri seri heats the blocka |
| You know mans gotta eat |
| This for my mandems and them shottas |
| Blocka blocka motherfucker |
| Seen you hanging with them busters |
| Blood the hunger always touched us |
| And the struggle never loved us |
| Player tell me what it does |
| I be hustling, i be starving |
| Got a thing for this cheddar nigga |
| Kinda hear it calling |
| This for these overnights, pray that you get those bars |
| Jiggie, jiggie, jiggie, nigga money, power, look at God |
| Don’t you die blind, slaves don’t ever knew wealth |
| I know they’ve always promised heaven |
| But we only knew hell |
| Black on black, cause i matter homie |
| Clear water you fucking owe me |
| We’re not the same |
| Yeh i know, i mean you fucking showed me |
| Power to the people |
| I am a panther with my turtle neck |
| If GOT made me a pirate |
| I am about to take the hood on deck |
| I’ve mixed the Malcolm with some Luther |
| And the sermon at the service |
| Got me screaming halleluja |
| Don’t let your faith leave or lose ya |
| Or the world blind your eyes |
| Youngin' please don’t let it move ya |
| I just had a long ass day |
| Couple scars on my back |
| But i am black by resume |
| 9 to 5 what a life |
| Couple sun stripes in my grey |
| Motherfucker imma stay |
| What a day ! |
| What a day ! |
| Fucking nigga, fucking problem |
| Everlasting, no can’t solve it |
| Martin always had a dream |
| Miami blues, that Alec Baldwin |
| Don’t you do it for these camera’s |
| Don’t forget to pop your color |
| My g i swear they gon' remember |
| Imma put that on my |
| Cause my momma tired hoe |
| We out here tryna pay your bills |
| But we gon' die alone |
| Who gives a fuck about our story |
| All them cry alongs |
| Ay sell that nigga to a master |
| Put some shackles on |
| Na thats a oldie, classic song |
| This for them purple colors, this from a refugee |
| Stretch yo fist high, don’t you ever let em take your peace |
| Bebe don’t you despair, made a call up to the air |
| Got some niggas, knowing niggas |
| Don’t you worry they don’t care |
| Black on my black, cause we all know |
| Hate my people from the heart though |
| Stole my culture just for promo |
| Middle finger to the Popo |
| Took my breath thats on some Loso |
| Got these negus load their fo' fo' |
| And this kiddos turning cold yo |
| If you didn’t now you know though |
| I’ve mixed the Malcolm with some Luther |
| And the sermon at the service |
| Got me screaming halleluja |
| Don’t let your faith leave or lose ya |
| Or the world blind your eyes |
| Youngin' please don’t let it move ya |
| I just had a long ass day |
| Couple scars on my back |
| But i am black by resume |
| 9 to 5 what a live |
| Couple sun stripes in my grey |
| Motherfucker imma stay |
| What a day ! |
| What a day ! |