Day Job

[Hook x2: STS]
We play hard, we stay high
We work hard, never say die
We kill everything, never say why
Don't fuck with us, nigga, keep a day job

[Verse 1: STS]
I'm on my A-Rod, [Balco-buddy?]
The flow blacks out, call it Kid Cudi
Shit, every bitch love it and see your game tight
Meet her at church, and hit the pussy in the same night
Bang it like a [gang light?], shorty said my name right
Sugar motherfucking Tongue Slim, yup, damn right
I ain't got to say I'm nice, you see what the word do
That Cali got me high, passing doobies like it's bird flu

[Verse 2: Truck North]
Uh, fuck what a herb do, we in full swing
I come through with an heir that a champ brings
Like it ain't bout' nothing, nigga, badda-bing
Stay high, stay fly -- kill everything
Place bets on man like a poker hand
Fly for a lifetime like I ain't never learned to land
He a suicide bomber, no exit plan
B-boy stance, niggas don't stand a chance

[Verse 3: Dice Raw]
I'm not playin' with a full deck, let me explain
Your house of cards, man, I turn into the house of pain
Wake up on fire, and guess who set the flames
See me fleeing from the scene, horseback, like Jessie James
This ain't the olden days, though, this is modern times
You can't rob a stagecoach, we got modern crime
Motor crime, judge handing out more than time
The blue collar, and the true scholar all combined

[Hook x2: STS]

[Verse 4: Truck North]
Uh, I like my money on time, my women in pairs
Shots of tequila, until we're all impaired
Money making jam, it's a magical affair
Cause when we in there, the bad bitches appear
Right out of nowhere, out of thin air
And they trying to cut like a barber, no chair
Chest all bare, like please sign here
North side run the city like a mo'fucking mayor

[Verse 5: STS]
South side sugar, I'm a mother fucking player
Peel my money by the layer
Cop my chronic in Decatur
Bust your woofers, and your tweeters
When I'm speaking through your speakers
Spend more money on my reefer than I do when I'm coping sneakers
And I'm fresh as fuck, best of luck --now you know you messing up
Fucking with them, J-B niggas, ya'll don't want to threaten us
I know they ain't testing us, tryna get the best of us
Take my number No. 2, and stab niggas through ya' retinas

[Verse 6: Dice Raw]
You cooking chicken fingers up in Houlihans
The Queen of England gave me sixty-million gold bullion
There's only a few things I never do again
Italianos say that's [one called moulian?]
And at the kosher spot, they say I'm a Mitch
And up at Def Jam, they say I'm a [sinch?]
While driving down the street, kids say, that's a pimp
I get the door for your girlfriend, cause' I'm a gent'

[Hook x2]