Job

[Verse 1]
I've been tryna get a job since i was 14
Niggas don’t wanna hire me because i look like a dope fiend
Im tall and skinny with nappy hair and some dreads
I’m black as well and i don’t stand up for that fucking pledge
People say they love my confidence but i’m constantly in astonishment that people even talk to me and feed my head with compliments
Apart from this i need a job so i can start accomplishing the things i’ve wanted since i was a adolescent
And a lesson i need to learn is to work hard and be determined to get to a goal , stay pеrsistent and never fold
But now i’m 17, and i got a job

Got somе coworkers that wanna talk to me
Man i dont relly fuck with y'all
Except for my homies and Quincy
This work shit dont bother me at all
Y’all overreact about some fucking tea
That gossip shit, i don’t get involved
Got punched in my mouth my first couple weeks

I’m just tryna get my tips and cash out
I didn't come here for a laugh or to laugh out loud
Im really about my paper chasing , call me a cash scout
Im really trashi, or elijah, i don’t know, i’m in doubt
But fuck it thats what this song is not fucking about

I don’t hate my job, i’m actually very grateful
It’s mad cool up there , just gotta wipe some tables
I don’t hate my job and no, that’s not a fable
It’s money to be made and i just came to tell you

Im a independent black man tryna fund my own shit
Tryna get my own whip
And when i say i’m done, then im done with it, on to my next bit
Thanks for the experience
Its a cool lil job but i gotta move on
I can’t work at a fish place like all day long