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Somedays I wonder what the fuck I do this for
when rent is due and bills keep coming through my door
I travel to perform, but after the petrol and the hotel room I've more
or less had all of the loot absorbed
shit, I'm starving and all I've got is food for thought
should I put my uniform back on and call the superstore
frozen pizza, pay for 2 get 4
Hi I'm Rob, Ill be your walking advertising corporate superwhore
I'll ride a unicorn before I let that happen
so every cheque I cash I guess I can expect to rashon
cut my drinking sessions and quit my expensive habits
coz the worst thing you can be about success is passive
especially when you're brassic, cant stress that enough
gotta take the driving seat, cant just be a passenger
you could be the manager, or you could be the janitor
you can go and get yours or just take what they hand to ya
It's on me alone, all roads lead to home
It's time for me to take responsibility, I know
I need some serious help with monetary control
Tryna balance my balance with bank fees and loans
I'm 23 I've grown way beyond dependancy
I've been borrowing money and going on a spending spree
passing the buck, but right here's where it stops
coz money aside I'd still do it for hiphop
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