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9to5 (feat. Phace) Video (MV)




Performed By: Shawnzel-Bluedream
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: DeShan Thompson, Paul Gonzalez




Shawnzel-Bluedream - 9to5 (feat. Phace) Lyrics




F*ck your conversation if you ain't talking dollas
My mind on profits while I'm out here Trynna explore these options
Me and my squadron our mommas deserve to see some commas
Even though they tell me mo money mo problems
I ain't Trynna hear that shit
I'm Trynna stack these dividends
These Benjamins
These Presidents
These Ulysses S Grant-es
My niggas posted on the block again
Gots to win
Bout to make it hot again
Getting money is my prerogative
Its evocative
Plus the conglomerate do not run itself
I feel like ace boogie
But this it ain't a movie

F*ck that 9 to 5
I'm down to ride
Just no homicide
My mans pulled the strap no prom-is-es
Prophecied I had to get up out my mommas cr-ib
Cause its trap or die and I ain't Trynna see my momma cry

Or leave her traumatized from a death that was prophesied
By a conscious mind with no rational for compromise
Got the size ... larger than life
But how could i move the masses like a god and not be ostracized
Cause i gots to slide cause these thots are toxified
With their constant lies tryna knock my pride
Im out for mine you know the vibes
Tryna get it off the top, a lil off the sides
Out to get these beans im like coffee when i grind
You're mentally dead u got a coffin in your mind
Your prehistoric thinking got you frozen in time
And Im ... in the lab composing another rhyme Keeping my composure like a soldier in a line Peepin how my dough's up i get dozen's by the dime
HUSTLER OF THE YEAR and i aint never broke a crime
And i dont need an award i aint looking for a prize
Just praise my name when you give me some shine (Ya heard)

F*ck that 9 to 5
I'm down to ride
Just no homicide
My mans pulled the strap no prom-is-es
Prophecied I had to get up out my mommas cr-ib
Cause its trap or die and I ain't Trynna see my momma cry
F*ck that 9 to 5
I'm down to ride
Just no homicide
My mans pulled the strap no prom-is-es
Prophecied I had to get up out my mommas cr-ib
Cause its trap or die and I ain't Trynna see my momma cry
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F*ck your conversation if you ain't talking dollas
My mind on profits while I'm out here Trynna explore these options
Me and my squadron our mommas deserve to see some commas
Even though they tell me mo money mo problems
I ain't Trynna hear that shit
I'm Trynna stack these dividends
These Benjamins
These Presidents
These Ulysses S Grant-es
My niggas posted on the block again
Gots to win
Bout to make it hot again
Getting money is my prerogative
Its evocative
Plus the conglomerate do not run itself
I feel like ace boogie
But this it ain't a movie

F*ck that 9 to 5
I'm down to ride
Just no homicide
My mans pulled the strap no prom-is-es
Prophecied I had to get up out my mommas cr-ib
Cause its trap or die and I ain't Trynna see my momma cry

Or leave her traumatized from a death that was prophesied
By a conscious mind with no rational for compromise
Got the size ... larger than life
But how could i move the masses like a god and not be ostracized
Cause i gots to slide cause these thots are toxified
With their constant lies tryna knock my pride
Im out for mine you know the vibes
Tryna get it off the top, a lil off the sides
Out to get these beans im like coffee when i grind
You're mentally dead u got a coffin in your mind
Your prehistoric thinking got you frozen in time
And Im ... in the lab composing another rhyme Keeping my composure like a soldier in a line Peepin how my dough's up i get dozen's by the dime
HUSTLER OF THE YEAR and i aint never broke a crime
And i dont need an award i aint looking for a prize
Just praise my name when you give me some shine (Ya heard)

F*ck that 9 to 5
I'm down to ride
Just no homicide
My mans pulled the strap no prom-is-es
Prophecied I had to get up out my mommas cr-ib
Cause its trap or die and I ain't Trynna see my momma cry
F*ck that 9 to 5
I'm down to ride
Just no homicide
My mans pulled the strap no prom-is-es
Prophecied I had to get up out my mommas cr-ib
Cause its trap or die and I ain't Trynna see my momma cry
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Writer: DeShan Thompson, Paul Gonzalez
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