Unorthodox Lyrics

Ay look I showed up late to my 9 to 5
Very pissed off, depressed and I'm kinda high
Second album in a year and a half
Up out my own pocket
I'm self made bitch what the f*ck you know about it Struggle often but I suck it up and keep it moving
My boss hates me but I'm still the one the people choosing
Roosh, this shit is harder than it looks
Intelligence will make you smarter than the books so
Get to cracking or you finna get to slacking
Name ain't Craig but the kid forever Mackin'
Sold a couple thousand tryna get it multi-platinum Got fired hoping it's the best thang that ever happened
They don't know my whole name
Only smoke trees I ain't touching cocaine
Out of desperation mingle in the dope game
Not a real drug dealer just a kid with no bank
I'm broke as f*ck with a degree
Owe my homie 2 racks, sorry bout it CG
Love you forever one of the few to believe in me
Wait til I'm on just f*cking wait til I'm on baby
Yeah, eating wings on some fly shit
I want rings like Chicago in 9-6
Sliding in like you got on socks
You bout to learn I'm unorthodox

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