Текст песни Sick of This Shit - Jamel Deon

Got damn
Almost time to get up out the door to go to work
Sick of this shit, man
Never been that nine to five type of nigga but you gotta do what you gotta do just to make it

Bet you don't know about the checks droppin down to the cents every month to month
Fulfill invoices when time is crunched
Let the sun crack the sky & your alarm is time
Ain't a snooze that can take you out the rise of the grind
It begins clocking in for the day shift
Downtime what's another way to scrape chips
Sacrifice sanity for the payslip
Past dawn that's another kind of graveshift
But we on it, crunch time for bills overtime to claim
See the taxes out my check you would feel the pain
But I'm a soldier I can't turn my back on the rain
See what you manifest using all the puddles of pain
Fuck the ducking, disturbing my peace but paradise got me gunning
We hustle to eat niggas just tryna make something
& On to the next
Go & flip the payroll & gone cut my own checks

Living my life for the bills but I'm knowing this ain't it
Hesitant to pay myself, getting taxed for the rent
Dreams of the Ms but it's cinched to the cents
Tryna come up on a lick
Cause I'm sick of this shit
Keep my head up hard times in the midst
Cause a nigga on a trip cause I'm too legit to quit
Just the game of life this as real as it gets
Tryna come up on a lick
Niggas sick of this shit

Kill at will clocking in for the bills that's all red
That's the real jeopardy putting a price on your head
No 7s we was handed, we just play it how it goes
Till the pockets funded up & flip for bankrolls
Say a prayer in the am, the night is vital
Not a dopeboy but a go getter disciple put it all in god's will, ain't a thing as entitled
In the book of proverbs, that's the hustler's bible
Lights off, water fucked up, rent overdue
You either in or tryna duck from the shoes
Doing what you gotta do ain't you wanna do
But what's to do when there ain't no belief in silver spoons
Too much to lose hitting snooze, we don't duck from disaster
We chase checks, flip, chuck a deuce right after
9 to 5s & the side hustles for the chips
That's the test of a hustler, nigga is you finna quit

Living my life for the bills but I'm knowing this ain't it
Hesitant to pay myself, getting taxed for the rent
Dreams of the Ms but it's cinched to the cents
Tryna come up on a lick
Cause I'm sick of this shit
Keep my head up hard times in the midst
Cause a nigga on a trip cause I'm too legit to quit
Just the game of life this as real as it gets
Tryna come up on a lick
Niggas sick of this shit

I know one things for sure, two things for certain, & three things for the charm
I ain't doing this 9 to 5 shit no more
I got about 1-3 more years before I pull the plug on this shit
I was never made for it
But in the meantime, I know how to make the best out of it
Use whatever I got after the bills paid & invest into my empire
That money eventually gonna grow & before you know it, you living life on your own terms
You look up & now you focused full time on your own foundation
Niggas ain't go to college for 3.5 years only to waste the hunger I was once had
We still gotta apply pressure as if I was still in those days
I'm well on my way
Cause I know I ain't getting this time back