Jay Tea - Funemployed (feat. Weez) Lyrics

Jay Tea
Stuck in the Loop Vol. 1
Shout out to Weez for this man
It's love
I got you
Uh
I would never call the cops for no emergency
'Cause they'll dog you like my city university
In love with rap even tripped on it purposely
Nothing matters but the hustle for the currency
Blind mice dead rats no snakes
More money more problems more hate
No beef no salt no shake
No goals no dough no show for the bank
Enough gas to fill up a two seater
Didn't get a chance on using that two heater
Better than a follower probably two leaders
Mind racing my opponents leading by two meters
Vision what I saying don't think you get the picture
This is no bible but my lyrics be the scriptures
If evevrybody nice why the f*ck there was a Hitler
Man life is a bitch but you got to forgive her
Back room posted liquor in my hand
Raised in a city you would never understand
Gotta get the dough don't settle for the bread crumbs
Only thing worse than broke niggas is dead ones
Back room posted liquor in my hand
Raised in a city you would never understand
Gotta get the dough don't settle for the bread crumbs
Only thing worse than broke niggas is dead ones
I think of it like, maybe it's just preservation
A mental loop that we all face to reach our destination
Hell got fire and we all agree that heaven's gated
My problem is I still don't know if all my family made it
I say, maybe it's just preservation
Getting faded f*cking bitches just for recreation
Everything we do in life involve some dedication
Even breathing the things we don't but yet we still embrace 'em
I say, maybe we just need solutions
But solutions are in the profits that we pursuing
So we do not ask questions and keep producing
All the chemicals that we consuming do not make us human
I say, maybe we just need solutions
Question history and all the things they say is proven
Even question your self the things lately you've been doing
While you making moves nigga we gone make a movement
Back room posted liquor in my hand
Raised in a city you would never understand
Gotta get the dough don't settle for the bread crumbs
Only thing worse than broke niggas is dead ones
Back room posted liquor in my hand
Raised in a city you would never understand
Gotta get the dough don't settle for the bread crumbs
Only thing worse than broke niggas is dead ones
Whole life had visions of amazement
Telling a story making attics to the basement
Being proud we ain't going to that slave ship
I grind hard for brothers I'd catch a case with
Whole life I was raised being basic
And call my elders on a last name basis
Peep game with family I'm playing spades with
I studied hard for this test so I ace it
All this liquor in my dreams so I chase it
Treat my goals like it's fear so I face it
Saw a lion in my heart can't tame it
Found a way to get around can't contain it
So the business that I'm in cant game us
YG imma always stay dangerous
You see my hand on the blade can you blame us
I trust no one showing love when you famous