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j’see – ain’t cuttin’ lyrics

lyrics to ”ain’t cuttin”

chorus:
job centre ain’t paying my doe
i’m working and my manager is cussing me though, (oh god!)
i don’t wanna be a victim fo’ sure, (uh huh!)
this job life ain’t really cuttin’ no more (no way!)
minimum wage and dumb shit i trod on those
like i signed up for low income and poo in toes
i don’t have no money and i broke my last phone
i don’t even have a spare phone to call my home. x1

1st verse:
cause it has been a very bad week (what!)
today i have clocked i’ve had nothing to eat, (hungry!)
i was in the streets, hustling tryna make pees,(uh huh!)
when i saw my paigions chilling on the other side of the street
my first sign was skeet skeet, heard them n-gg-s beep
as i jetted off on my bike bussing three wheelies
riding man as my phone dropped dramatically, (eyy!)
infront of public i picked it up and put the battery back to piece
my phone turned on and the gl-ss was shattered, (what!)
i could not get mad on road i’ll look like a maggot
was supposed to drop three shots so f-cking quick
come back & smoke that loud pack like a sound-kit
now i’m very pissed cause dem man were driving white whips
and i’m stuck here losing money tryna make grands flip
f-cking pissed how the f-ck am i supposed to replace this?
i tell you what, i have no clue but imma tell you this
ah shit!

chorus:
job centre ain’t paying my doe
i’m working and my manager is cussing me though, (oh god!)
i don’t wanna be a victim fo’ sure
this job life ain’t really cuttin’ no more (no way!)
minimum wage and dumb shit i trod on those
like i signed up for low income and poo in toes
i don’t have no money and i broke my last phone
i don’t even have a spare phone to call my home x1

2nd verse:
i don’t even have a job was supposed to get full time
but the whole planned flopped and i wasted full time
that’s 28 days of slave labour and false lies
getting deceived to being in the system of weak mind
i did not get paid for work experience, (trust me!)
but i did give the man on top million privilege
that’s like the whole thing of being a black slave
who does what his told and gets slapped & spit on face
to that extent the whole world gets f-cked in the backside
that ain’t mankind to get slumped from a white guy
cause’ even if i had a job i’ll be earning six-five, (wooo!)
and that’s 6 point 5 hours of my body drive, (yes!)
still if i wanted to work more hours, work on nights
they’ll still give me less shifts and give me more time
to find depressing ways to rob banks and take lives
cause the system just doesn’t want us to live
they all want us to die

cause

chorus:
job centre ain’t paying my doe
i’m working and my manager is cussing me though, (oh god!)
i don’t wanna be a victim fo’ sure, (uh huh!)
this job life ain’t really cuttin’ no more, (no way!)
minimum wage and dumb shit i trod on those
like i signed up for low income and poo in toes
i don’t have no money and i broke my last phone
i don’t even have a spare phone to call my home x1

bridge:
i don’t even f-ck with n-body
the thing that makes me angry
is when you know people talk shit
i mind my own biz its priceless for you to do this
so why don’t you do it?
your in no form to talk shit
you might have the public fooled
but the proof is in the pudding where the rice is, (f-ck em!)
don’t be acting like i won’t bring no crisis
and cross you out where christ is
you wanna feel me now check this! (what!)

3rd verse:
the revolution starts now my friends, (uh uh!)
tell your f-cking manager to choke on a pen
if your manager tries to tell you bout your life
tell your manager he or she can buck me in my ends
and if your boys wanna chat shit & turn two faced, (what!)
smile and say siamese twins ain’t real fam they fake, (d-ckhead!)
and if your family wanna come on some next antics, (yep!)
just keep calm and don’t f-cking care, (no way!)
now don’t have no fear in the world
stupid guys calling grown but f-cking little girls
you can catch me on sight because i’m realer on my ones
but you can’t catch a n-gg- who’s opposite of our turf, (pussy!)
f-ck a job centre they can suck on my nuts, (pricks!)
giving migrants houses but i’m here sleeping in parks
i wasn’t born to be black, broke and crust
but the system just won’t allow us to grow tough so were f-cked..

verse 4:
listen! my manager wasn’t paying me
the job centre wasn’t even helping me
i get 6.50 a week
i don’t have a day job but i do smoke weed
i f-ck bad bs every single week
my family think i’m a joke and a thein
none of my mates take me seriously
but i guarantee they gon’ love me when i get pee

outro:
i saw 5 f-cking n-gg-s they were fighting outside (what!)
they were fighting out what?
they were fighting outside. x3

- jsee lyrics

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