ITT Tech - Speak

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Seriously speak, I’m so over this shit

Like I’m so sick of you sitting on the couch all day, fucking eating cheetos

and watching soccer

Like you’re some kind of fucking mexican god

Who the fuck do you think you are?

I’m not your goddamn maid, so you need to get off your ass and get a real

fucking job

You think selling your ugly ass t-shirts on twitter is gunna fucking pay your

bills?

Because it’s not

So how 'bout you hashtag this?

You ain’t shit

Put your hands in the sky, if you still get high

Even though you ain’t got no job (no job?!)

All your bills past due and your pocket’s on E

But still you badass

Sing with me now

My phone’s off (your phone’s off)

I can’t text (you can’t text)

It’s all good (no it’s not)

I got (no you don’t)

And I’m broke (and your broke)

And I’m stressed (and your stressed)

It’s all good (no it’s not)

I still flex, I still flex, I still flex

Heart beat slow, I blame the damn promethazine

My eyes lower than I fat teen’s self esteem

Used to hit the Shoulder Lean, thinkin' I was Young Dro

Trigger finger ithcin', better scratch it like a chicken pox

Barrel chested, tough guy

Let your birdies talk

Chicken, hens about to roost

Plus, that ratchet pussy’s good for you, just like some Jamba Juice

(hey! what you doin?)

Bitch, you know I’m gettin' paid

(okay, I see you)

Okay, I lied, I’m flippin' that financial aid

(what else?)

And that EBT, copped it from the county service

(that's cool)

You know it’s better than applying at the postal service

(it is)

The nine-to-five jobs hardly ever get respect

And I’d rather die than go to or ITT Tech

My ex-girl hate me, and she want me to fail

But I’m like, fuck you and your life

You goin' die workin' some retail, bitch

Put your hands in the sky, if you still get high

Even though you ain’t got no job (no job?!)

All your passed due and your pocket’s on E

But still you badass

Sing with me now

My phone’s off (your phone’s off)

I can’t text (you can’t text)

It’s all good (no it’s not)

I got (no you don’t)

And I’m broke (and your broke)

And I’m stressed (and your stressed)

It’s all good (no it’s not)

I still flex, I still flex, I still flex

Make some noise if the job you work is such a bore (yee)

And you hate your boss, so you took twenty dollars out his drawer (fuck him)

Make some noise if you stoned and always show up late (yee)

But took your baby momma on that Little Caesar’s Pizza date (fuck her)

The things that we do just to get by (like what?)

Hit the Good Will, boss up, and get fly (fun)

You ain’t gotta lie to kick it, you ain’t gotta fake it (okay)

But Jadakiss said that We Gonna Make It

Put your hands in the sky, if you still get high

Even though you ain’t got no job (no job?!)

All your passed due and your pocket’s on E

But still you badass

Sing with me now

My phone’s off (your phone’s off)

I can’t text (you can’t text)

It’s all good (no it’s not)

I got (no you don’t)

And I’m broke (and your broke)

And I’m stressed (and your stressed)

It’s all good (no it’s not)

I still flex, I still flex, I still flex