A Job Is A Job

[Intro] Check it Don't ever let anybody tell you otherwise [Verse] A job is a job just like a car is a car Take your vehicle of choice on your way to work tomorrow You're tired of your boss talking to your like you're below 'em Like a weight bar, putting up a resistance Couldn't be further from the truth Like the gap between you on the ladder isn't so far Just like hate and love Nobody's above another These are the type of things taught by my mother And then what my brothеr showed me was the valuе of graft I used to feel like I had to paint and decorate a pad to earn a living To me that wasn't giving satisfaction Told myself I was resilient in other regions so don't be so saft Just had to find my equivalent Fuck comparison and whoever fucking up my rhythm Saying I gotta be in an office to be worthy You on £25K+ and I be riding a bus Rolling in a Rolls in my mind, but so what I might be minus you in figures But my dreams are bigger not greater That's what I'm chasing, not paper (cheese) I'm getting by on the hate fuel, never hateful So, kudos, though I might be richer than you sooner or later In a ghost, a whole typhoon, stunting, doing the most Still drinking my Typhoo, I'm taking nothing with me to the grave (uh) When I die, so don't be a Tomb Raider Just a message to the dream slayers The grass ain't greener so I ain't checking my neighbour's lawn Got up in the morning time for studio and yawned It's my passion for this goal of mine that helps me mull this over and shine Ideas mull over in my mind Some take time to execute and refine I find then at a later date and time they've aged like wine I design statues in the form of words that fly like birds Might be daydreaming with my headphones in Ra-ppin' to my favourite song or sing-in' But fuck what you heard I'm the greatest who just ain't made it yet I'm the Maid in Manhattan making it happen; That blue-collar worker or in the UK dressed in a hi-vis be my daily fashion Might not be a doc or lawyer I be working whether on or off-duty Not up to no good like Tom Sawyer Do this for my son, 'cause I adore ya This for the hustlers in any aspect of life Even the drug dealers Might not sound like your usual music So I'm sorry if I bore ya This one here might not lure you in But never mind, I'm on the grind A workhorse, fuck that, I'm a whole workforce, for real And yeah, for now, I'm only out here pushing trollies But when I'm rich, bitches'll beg to suck me like a lolly All on my dick, but don't think I'm dumb, so you're getting none Don't be thinking that you're gonna rob me 'cause I know hard times like Dusty I work part-time, so financially behind I must be And when I'm shining dining Sweet Caroline Don't be on your knees Mario winin' I should let you love me Quite frankly, I don't wanna know, b, I ain't sorry That you ain't see the diamond 'til I push Ferrari Playin' games with me like my name Atari Waitin' at the finish line when you see them pound signs Wanna go to Pound Town 'cause you wet as tsunami Looking back on how you treated me when I was broke, like I was a joke Now you wanna poke and approach me Wishing that you never did what you did Like I'm Kyrie, you Kehlani, makin' my phone ring, ring, ring Because you see the bling, bling, bling when I ain't even flashy Don't be sending nudes, this ain't that type of party But this is mine, so I'll do what I like to Just like F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, but this L-E-W-I-S So whether you sell that yay, yay, yay, yay Or be working machines all day-ay-ay-ay Or be like me pushing troll-ay-ay-ies Don't really matter, you could clean toilets, and it's still hooray 'cause you gettin' p-ay ay-ay-aid Binmen make a pretty penny, might not be glamorous But I bet they still get l-ay ay ay-aid You despise your manager, and so did I Plus millions around the world, and it's ok-ay-ay-ay Hope this message gets across what they relay-ay-at RE: it’s just a job, and I wrote this letter to say-ay-ay You probably could do better like they told me-ay Accept who cares, eh? Long as you making money – Janelle, Victoria or Mary J ay-ay (don’t matter) Just pay your bills, eh You’ll be alright for the time ‘cause even the riches can’t guarantee ay-ay You sunny weather Hot girl summer, see the sea ay-ay To get over it takes sacrifices Just for you to enjoy that lad’s holiday-ay-ay Either way we out here on vacay-ay-ay Skee-Yee!