Hassan Haze - J.O.B (Just Over Broke) Lyrics

Hey hey hey/ hey hey hey....hey, hey, hey/hey hey hey
For my real

I was raise in the projects/ knew I had to be better be the best mama stressed out waitin'
On that county check/ I'm a young bull but I ain't fearin' shit/ so I get my hustle on/ gotta see a
Grip/ or I'm not coming home sure not empty handed/ not a bum nigga so I'm never panhandling/
I'm an honest man so I make an honest livin'/ robbers hit me up but I'm down to tussle/ I
Fought them niggas off I rather be bustin'/ I got jumped but them niggas got nothin/
Put tens on the story when I'm smoking blunts with the homies/ enemies with the stunts
Glad they didn't leave me slumped with the possibilities that they didn't use a gun/
Know my angels over me though I can't see'em thank the most high that I'm still breathing/

I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ I hustle everyday and I pray pray/ I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ just over broke is what we call a job/ I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ I hustle everyday and I pray pray/ I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ just over broke is what we call a job/

The soundtracks to my thoughts is Jazz/ the thoughts from my childhood I grew up fast/
Dominos with grandpa, givin' me game/ how to work the ladies and never be afraid/ I'm
Fascinated to make my way my age eight/ adults telling me to slow down it's not a race/
Big cuz came home from Yc/ with stories to tell a badge of honor coming out man from being in of jail/ he cut from a different cloth/ benefitting from a cold heart, God reads intentions his intentions not marked/ watts up real niggas fighting out the dark/ ain't met many Compton
Niggas that's soft/ hella schemes, to make money live out dreams/ so many homies bled out on the concrete/ red or blue don't matter you my brother nigga/ head on a swivel not trying to be a victim/

I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ I hustle everyday and I pray pray/ I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ just over broke is what we call a job/ I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ I hustle everyday and I pray pray/ I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ just over broke is what we call a job/

My testimony not phony f*ck these corny niggas/ I rose from the concrete no jewish figures/
I'm independent not pretending no hidden agendas/ I love my people f*ck material and a
Gold digger/ politics, policies, don't benefit me/ hip-hop community powered by the police/
Cnd money hungry niggas not real to the culture/ promoting drug use you not real you a vulture
To get play nowaday you gotta do payola, I came up like a hustla selling CD's on the corner/
So many told me know and some many gave me roses/ it really didn't matter cause I just kept going/ I named my son Makaveli after Tupac/ What would Pac do in this new state of Hip-Hop/
Educate his people to we all equal/ now we lethal screamin' Thug Life as we upheaval/

I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ I hustle everyday and I pray, pray/ I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ just over broke is what we call a job/ I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ I hustle everyday and I pray pray/ I hustle everyday and I pray to God/ just over broke is what we call a job/


Mother Ma'at, keep me truthful, balance me out/ and keep me in order/ let me move in harmony/
Cnd stay righteous/ let me be moral in my thoughts/ and seek justice (Yeah)

Hey hey hey/ hey hey hey....hey, hey, hey/hey hey hey