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[Intro]
Now if you feelin' how I'm feelin', put your hands up high
Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-high (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
If you feelin' how I'm feelin', put your lighters in the sky
Ky-ky-ky-ky-ky (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)

[Verse 1]
Now if you feelin' how I'm feelin', put your hands up high
If you feelin' how I'm feelin', put your lighters in the sky
I'll be damned if I ain't livin' the life I always wanted
Started from the bottom as a youngin, gettin' blunted
Now I run it like a marathon, ho, yeah, it's on, ho
Hits, motherf*cker, hits, Barry Bonds, ho
In the studio for twenty-two days, I'm too paid
Might f*ck around and kick-flip in my new Js
I got a show in Paris, then Tokyo, so I'm Lu-paid
f*cked a shorty in Paris, I'm getting crème brûlée'd

[Chorus]
f*ck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world
Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
Everything ain't what it seems
When you followin' your dream
f*ck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world
Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
Everything ain't what it seems
When you followin' your dream
[Verse 2]
How you feelin', ho? I'm making a killin', ho, really, yo
Talkin' all that sh*t behind my back just like a silly (Ho)
Had a dream, Dr. King, now that money ain't a thing
I've been through a lot of pain, looking like we overcame
Goddamn, life just ain't the same, all y'all know my name
f*ck the fame, Maryland where I came, broke up in the game
And it feel good, good, real good, good
Now we livin' in the hills, p*ssin' off the neighborhood
It's just me, Castro, and 6ix, going crazy in this b*tch
Plus my homie, Jon, and the whole RattPack, you know we on
Livin' the life of a don while my homie, Slay, roll up the swisher
I get richer while they hate, watch the money gravitate
Finally eatin', grab a plate, hell yeah, that's soundin' great
I've been high, I've been low, but there's one thing that I know
It's been a long time comin', now my whole team got it
And if you're hatin', suck a di*k and b*tch about it

[Chorus]
f*ck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world
Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
Everything ain't what it seems
When you followin' your dream
f*ck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world
Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
Everything ain't what it seems
When you followin' your motherf*cking dreams, yeah
[Interlude: Richard Pryor]
Know it's funny though, man, white people be kinda—
And you ever noticed, like, you'd be the only n*gga some place
And you go where white people, they be like
"You wanna move out of the way, fellas? Excuse me, thank you very much (Logic)
Taking up all the f*cking area, Jesus Christ, Je-Je-Je-Je-Je-J-Je-Jesus Christ" (Logic)
I love when white dudes get mad and cuss, right? (Logic)
'Cause y'all are some funny motherf*ckers when you cuss
They-they be sayin' sh*t like, "Alright, cut the sh*t, cut-cut-cut the sh*t
f*ck-f*cking-f*cking j*rk off"

[Chorus]
f*ck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world
Never die in the real world, lie in the real world (Rat-Rat-Rat-Rat-Rat Pack)
Everything ain't what it seems
When you followin' your dream (Rat-Rat-Rat Pack n*ggas)
f*ck a 9-to-5, I'm too alive for the real world
Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
Everything ain't what it seems
When you followin' your motherf*cking dreams, yeah