Текст песни On My Job - Def Davyne

Some of these guys were my friends and my homies
And I thought I needed 'em
And I thought they were making me go but
As I grew and got further and further up in the game
I seen that they were more baggage
And more of a liability than an asset
And when you learn to be a businessman
It's not personal
For me to tell you "Hey Ron
I love you but we can't kick it no more dog
I'm on this path and you on that path"

I ain't even tryna make it if my bros don't
But most my homies they just sit around and smoke dope
Feeling like the only with oars, in our row boat
While they sawing off boards for their own floats
Tryna hide from my demons but got no cloak
The holier I am, the colder they get, like an old coat
Blood sweat and tears for years, left me so soaked
Started out poor, ain't nothing for me to go broke
I go for broke like suicide with every note I wrote
Never doing drugs cuz I refuse to die from overdose
Or live my life like a zombie always comatose
A rabbit running 8 miles but I ain't gonna choke
That's word to Marshall, facing bars for my perfect marvel
25 to life of hard flow, never serving partial
Sentences on sheets of paper wrapped like I work with parcels
Through word embargoes, still forced to carry this burning cargo
A Jack of one trade, that could murder Harlow
When it comes to war though only thing for certain's further sorrow
Like a clown wearing Polo while I search for Marco
But who's the mark though, cuz I still got more gas than Arco
I wish a hater would burn me, dark as charcoal
Aura still glowing, I don't need a slave chain to sparkle
I pray tomorrow comes, before this ancient star is done
Turning my back on wack traditions for my Meghan Markle
Only type of woman that I'd marry doesn't need diamonds
To keep shining through the night until we reach Zion
Bleeding greedy tyrants, defeating giants, in secret silence
But never seeking violence, only breeding highness
No Prince John, he lying, like a weak lion
I never rest, like Everest this is peak rhyming
Fans, got they hands, in the air like I teach signing
But any day could be my last, why I preach timing
I ain't prayed in a while, I'm thinking God he missed me
Still tryna make it out the ghetto take my momma with me
Told these hoes I know I'm broken, you ain't gotta fix me
Told my bros, if you ain't flowing with me, ya'll against me
Staying in my dogs mouth, like they caught a Frisbee
Not as frisky, they probably just popping shots of whiskey
Talking risky, praying that I fall, God forgive thee
But why they deserve what I got, they have not convinced me

Cuz at that time I didn't know how to separate from the homies
I felt like I needed them with me everywhere I went
But they was baggage because they wasn't doing they job
They was just on my job
Imagine working at McDonald's
And bringing 30 mothafuckas with you everyday
And you ain't explaining to the manager why they here
Just eating fries making burgers
And doing what the fuck they want in the drive thru line
Yeah my nig we up here in McDonald's we got this shit on lock
And I'm letting this shit happen
So and I'm wondering why I'm never getting to the cash register
Why I never get to move up and I'm always on fries
Got too many fucking misfits with me
And it's my fault
It's always our fault artists
It's our fault because we enable people to be around us
Stand up and man up
Kick rocks if you ain't got a job you can't be around
It ain't personal it's business