Cubicle

[DMTR$G - Verse]

I ain't really seen the sun in so long
I ain't want this 9 to 5, I ain't want this 9 to 5
I ain't mean to work this job for so long
I just wanna see world, I just wanna feel alive
But that pension be a sentence, 65 to fucking life
If I'm all about CREAM, nigga I'd be Oberweis
How you do it for the peso, and you loose your common sense
I just Euro step the bullshit, and I matador rest
So I chain smoke, then break away,
Brakes all off of my car
I ain't slowing down or need park
Killing niggas like the ER
Turn these verb to yen,
These noun to pounds,
Money through ya speaker
But the flow is hotter than the devil, eat habaneros, with a heater, and a sweater cause he caught a fucking fever
They say Meech just tryna flex, Im just doing what I love
And I'm just tryna run my town but these Js ain't holding up
Tryna get up in this game, Ain't no plans on getting dub
And it's okay
This cubicle ain't working
That 401 ain't worth it
Living check to check it worthless
He a nigga, he urban
I mean is death is so certain
It's either streets or the service
He ain't got a him purpose
I mean his curtain is closing
Sober gold be his circle
I mean we Laura, they Urkel
But that shits just the surface
But we working and we certain 40k ain't the goal
And these verses that we murking is gone make us some gold
So we

[Chorus] x2

Shoot for gold, baby shoot for gold
I ain't finna spend my life up in a cubicle
Fuck that pencil pushing, 9 to 5 it ain't in my soul
You should know, You should know, You should know

[Bebe O'Hare - Verse]

Man this 9 to 5 ain’t it
Feel like ’99 in this bitch
Made my first dollar, that first job took 99 of them cents
Air Max ’95 on my kicks
Barely got $95 on my rent
Keep that last slice for the gas price, I put 9 on 9 in whip
& this right here going down as the flow of the century
Whatever meant to be is just meant for B, I make history
Never let ‘em take another cent from me
Rather take flight when they send for me
Know a couple niggas that’ll sin for me
They like kin to me & need bands on bands like a symphony
So, I save it can’t wait ‘til radio play it
Late night thoughts like how I’m gon’ say it?
Hey mama...nigga we made it!
Didn’t you pray it?
Didn’t you say it?
Didn’t you face it?
Didn’t you take it?
Didn’t I pave it?
Didn’t I chase it?
It’d be a bummer for me to go waste it
Back to basics, I’m in the zone
All in the basement, 4 in the morn
Trappin’ on niggas I’m home & alone
Feel like Sylvestor my niggas still on
This that feeling you get when you blown
Doing yo’ thing & they holler, you wrong
Couple months later they singing yo’ song
1st of the month, niggas trying to bone so
Fuck that pencil pushin’ 9 to 5 shit
I rather push the pencil to the pad & redefine shit
Tell a nigga play it then replay it like a vine clip
& when they throw the deal I’m making sure to read the fine print. Spit my life in all of these sessions
& I swear I’m countin’ these blessings
When bets up, I’m the best up it’s no need to bother with questions. No need to bother with flexin’
& I put that all on my soul
I’m the kind that’s never minor
But I’m mining bitch...I only shoot for gold

[Chorus] x4