Main Job Lyrics (English Translation) – Gottz, MUD

[Chorus: MUD]
We don’t need no fake sh*t
Real gold chain hanging from my neck
A recipe spiced just right
If it’s good, say yes — if not, say no
Keep training like the best kid
Suddenly it’s morning before I know it, wow
Everybody wanna get rich
Writing lyrics and making music — that’s my main job

[Verse 1: MUD]
Taking time to craft and create — that’s my work

I imagine what I see and draw it like Picasso
Ignore the haters who try to block my path
Newbies trying to make money off rap overnight
Aiming for a big break but quitting in three days
It’s obvious that just today and yesterday aren’t enough
Pros keep sharpening their skills even tomorrow
Heading to the liquor store just to buy a cigar
Back when I started, it was a cycle of losses
No income, just investing in myself
Now I’m doing back-to-back tours in the countryside
Didn’t aim to be, but now I’m a solid taxpayer
No days off — January to December
Even my private life fuels my hustle
It’s not YouTube — I don’t waste luxury
I make mistakes, but always flip them into gains

[Chorus: MUD]
We don’t need no fake sh*t
Real gold chain hanging from my neck
A recipe spiced just right
If it’s good, say yes — if not, say no
Keep training like the best kid
Suddenly it’s morning before I know it, wow
Everybody wanna get rich
Writing lyrics and making music — that’s my main job

[Verse 2: Gottz]
Everyone’s out for money
Just rappers who never hit the core — fuk a btch
Using edgy words just to fool the kids
In the end, it’s not culture — just a passing trend
We came from having absolutely nothing
So we think about the future of those stuck there now
This mic is the only mirror that shows my true self
Born Sinner here to stir up the game
A reality where I can’t even love myself
Concrete jungles — heaven flipped upside down
No matter how much I make, my basics stay the same
With this range, I won’t miss — like Stevie G
There’s no “fixed spot” in a race
I don’t answer calls for jobs I don’t care about
I don’t vent online — I put it all in the pen
My verse is the ending theme for all the fakes

[Chorus: MUD]
We don’t need no fake sh*t
Real gold chain hanging from my neck
A recipe spiced just right
If it’s good, say yes — if not, say no
Keep training like the best kid
Suddenly it’s morning before I know it, wow
Everybody wanna get rich
Writing lyrics and making music — that’s my main job