I told that bitch to suck a dick
I fucking quit
Middle fingers up
Sit and spin on it
Tired of all the stupid shit
Close your lips
Price I make ain't worth all it
About to dip
Never look behind
Time to burn the fucking bridge
Fuck the boss
Tell em we don't need 'em, yea
It's your loss
Tell 'em we too good for ya
Fucking rot
Wasted and forgotten, yea
I'm a boss
Tell 'em we too good for ya
Quitting this shit
I ain't ever looking back
Self made shit
I godda make the racks
Not worth it
If I'm not in control
On real shit
I can make own payroll
A rat race ran when I'm a wolf
Ain't a race I choose
My fast pace ran cuz I'm a wolf
I don't give into
The last place I would even work
I have no issue
Blast off from the abuse
Because I can't be used
When kingpins are rodents
My efforts are pointless and worthless
They're the wrong components
For systems dependent on subservient servants
To kingpins in service
Systems relentless
To all that's intended
Invented perspectives to favor the objective
The collective false respected act of submission
For losing all regards for your own vision
For selling souls for checks
A portions worth of all of the sweat and tears
But that ain't me fam, fuck the boss
My place ain't here
I told that bitch to suck a dick
I fucking quit
Middle fingers up
Sit and spin on it
Tired of all the stupid shit
Close your lips
Price I make ain't worth all it
About to dip
Never look behind
Time to burn the fucking bridge
Fuck the boss
Tell em we don't need 'em, yea
It's your loss
Tell 'em we too good for ya
Fucking rot
Wasted and forgotten, yea
I'm a boss
Tell 'em we too good for ya
Quitting this shit
I ain't ever looking back
Self made shit
I godda make the racks
Not worth it
If I'm not in control
On real shit
I can make own payroll