When artists stop being relatable Lyrics – zaydante

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[Intro]
Yeah, n!gga, all these chains on me, I ain’t never worked a day in my life
Fu*k all jobs, fu*k all employers, fu*k all employees, fu*k all that s*it
If you gotta work a job to pay rent, I hate your fu*king guts
Fu*k with me

[Chorus]
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho (Broke as s*it, just like the AC in your car, motherfu*ker)
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho (I’m a trust fund baby)
You n!ggas are some bums (I’m a trust fund baby)
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho (Huh, huh, huh, baby)

[Verse 1]
All these damn streams, y’all done made a n!gga rich, see?
Rough ’cause you broke and paying bills, car is rusty
I be eating caviar, you be eating Applebees
“They got a ten-dollar-meal deal, let’s respect it, please”
How many times you been left on read?
How many times have you wished you were dead?
Me? I be jumping out of planes
Eat the finest of wings with my boo bae thing in Tibet

[Chorus]
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho (Only-getting-water-at-the-restaurant-ass b!tch)
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho (Better pray your city got public transportation, n!gga)
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho (Couldn’t live how you live, couldn’t live how you live)
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no—

[Verse 2]

Just spent ten thousand on my lunch
Just spent ten thousand on my dinner
How much would you spend on brunch? (“Ten bucks?”)
Okay, see, you’re a bum
You’re a brokie, you got no money
I’m laughing at you ’cause your life is funny
You work every day? (“Yes”)
That must be crummy
My life’s a vacation, I’m on it with honeys
I’m on it with bands
I’m on it and vibing with people you wish you could have in your life
But you fail and you flop so you’ll never be like me
Your life’s not exciting, you driving a Honda
“Reliable car!”
For the sake of this argue, it makes you a loser though, that’s not my problem
Respect to the vehicle, driver is corny
And driver is you and you not good for nothing

[Chorus]
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho (I get the freshest slices at the delicatessen, n!gga)
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho (Still use Afterpay, s*it is convenient, yo)
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho (Pay to live, pay to live, rrr)
You n!ggas are some bums
Nine-to-five ho, you got no life, ho

[Outro]
Yeah, you ain’t never gon’ own a home, motherfu*ker
At least, not according to the current trajectory of this economy
White people, replace “n!gga” with the word “dude” when you sing this song in the privacy of your home
Y’all be slick, thinking you can get away with it when you alone
I see you, n!gga, I hear you
Come fu*k with me, heh, Zay