J.O.B

Still on my JOB (yeah, yeah)
 Still on my JOB (yeah, yeah)
 Still on my JOB (yeah, yeah)
 Still on my JOB
 I'm on the job, on the clock
 Long story short, I'm gettin' chicken
 Riding 'round the city
 Rockin sweatpants, still foreign whippin'
 Still foreign whippin'
 Call my phone for the business
 Listen nigga, I ain't for the bitchin'
 I step out in the field
 I be up at bat plus I do the pitchin'
 Some call me Tameek, some call me Teemonee
 But you see, it's all the same
 He don't fuck with me, She don't fuck with me
 But they know the name
 Don't give a fuck about a nigga feelings, I already know the game
 T double E M O N double E and you already know the gang
 I was born ready
 When I be in the Burgh, I be whippin' Chevy
 Real talk, I might look light but they be fuckin' with me heavy
 From the folk that be in church
 To niggas that done sold more grams than teddy
 I'm in the stu, I ain't going dumb, I'm going Ed, Edd & Eddy
 In my mind I'm tryna find peace, I don't need a shopping spree
 Hit the girl I tried to hit for years the day I turned 23
 My chill button locked up in a box and I ain't tryna find the key
 I see my homies in the box every time I'm back from overseas