[Verse 1: Sapient]
I thank God every single morning that I wake, yawn
And don’t have to go to a day job
If I could live off of a nickel a day
I wouldn’t have to sell anything that I made
That’d be ok
But I’m a factory manufacturing that crack, spitting
Ask anybody they don’t have the audacity
To tell you different
They worried as hell I’m gonna take off my belt and whip them (whi-pish)
Cause all the wealth and riches really can only buy you sugar sprinkles
You know, bells and whistles
And the size of your television isn’t a measure of intelligence
It just makes you look self imprisoned
But they don’t see that, nah, nah
No they don’t see that, nah, nah
They want to lean back, un-uh, un-uh
They want some mindless entertainment
But I won’t be that
[Hook]
Yea my grind is tech, my racket is complicated
My hustle’s so intricate
Ain't no cheating, ain't no swindling or scheming
And now that I’m in it there’s no leaving
(x2)
[Verse 2: Sapient]
This the life I lead
Choosing it instead of an ivy league school that I choose decisively
To school you with the mic in lieu of violent means
With a youthful view of life, but I’m 25 lets see
That’s a quarter of a hundred
But but but if I’m immortal then it’s nothing
I’m livin’ forever when I record and it’s coveted
My album is affordable, so bump it
What’s with, these pop rappers all obsessed with cash
Tryna' get it and get it fast
Huh, I wonder if they're worried their success won’t last
Well it can’t last if you measure success like that
That would mean you're spending your success
Every time you get your house painted
Buy groceries, or drop a down payment
Every time you pay the valet it’s one step closer to being outdated
You blew it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sapient]
Hustler, I’m the epitome
I don’t need no label pimping me telling me to wear skinny jeans
I’m grinding, but more tech than 50-50s, b
Switch kick flip, backside lip down fifteen
But I hit it clean (that was high up)
Yeah that was pretty steep
But what I’m trying to say, specifically
Is my grind is tech
Like hidden bible messages
Since it’s hard to digest this you should take Prilosec
I don’t need no diamond necklace
Checking my style is fresh
Like Irish Spring, Dial or Zest
But I’ll never be washed up
I’m enjoying the dirt, submerged myself in the soil and earth
I said I’ll never be washed up or avoiding my work
Yup yup, my employment’s secured
[Hook]
I thank God every single morning that I wake, yawn
And don’t have to go to a day job
If I could live off of a nickel a day
I wouldn’t have to sell anything that I made
That’d be ok
But I’m a factory manufacturing that crack, spitting
Ask anybody they don’t have the audacity
To tell you different
They worried as hell I’m gonna take off my belt and whip them (whi-pish)
Cause all the wealth and riches really can only buy you sugar sprinkles
You know, bells and whistles
And the size of your television isn’t a measure of intelligence
It just makes you look self imprisoned
But they don’t see that, nah, nah
No they don’t see that, nah, nah
They want to lean back, un-uh, un-uh
They want some mindless entertainment
But I won’t be that
[Hook]
Yea my grind is tech, my racket is complicated
My hustle’s so intricate
Ain't no cheating, ain't no swindling or scheming
And now that I’m in it there’s no leaving
(x2)
[Verse 2: Sapient]
This the life I lead
Choosing it instead of an ivy league school that I choose decisively
To school you with the mic in lieu of violent means
With a youthful view of life, but I’m 25 lets see
That’s a quarter of a hundred
But but but if I’m immortal then it’s nothing
I’m livin’ forever when I record and it’s coveted
My album is affordable, so bump it
What’s with, these pop rappers all obsessed with cash
Tryna' get it and get it fast
Huh, I wonder if they're worried their success won’t last
Well it can’t last if you measure success like that
That would mean you're spending your success
Every time you get your house painted
Buy groceries, or drop a down payment
Every time you pay the valet it’s one step closer to being outdated
You blew it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sapient]
Hustler, I’m the epitome
I don’t need no label pimping me telling me to wear skinny jeans
I’m grinding, but more tech than 50-50s, b
Switch kick flip, backside lip down fifteen
But I hit it clean (that was high up)
Yeah that was pretty steep
But what I’m trying to say, specifically
Is my grind is tech
Like hidden bible messages
Since it’s hard to digest this you should take Prilosec
I don’t need no diamond necklace
Checking my style is fresh
Like Irish Spring, Dial or Zest
But I’ll never be washed up
I’m enjoying the dirt, submerged myself in the soil and earth
I said I’ll never be washed up or avoiding my work
Yup yup, my employment’s secured
[Hook]
( Sapient )
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