That’s my occupation lyrics

Yeah
I guess I
I guess I lie so much
Even when I speak the truth
I think i'm lieing
What's the point of selling
If nobody not buying
Man tears on the ground
People keep crying
Climbing to the top
Yeah
I keep my style in
Yeah they tell me
I got this type of mechanism
Man I got twenty four b*tches
Like I own tourism
It's about to get scary
Exorcism
Bring your girl
I could give her orgasm
Many times
Still I grind
Everybody wanna do it like a prism
Ism
Isn't this isn't that
Boy don't bother put a full stop
Don't know that
I do it like a whatever
You talk about that
Man
Chit chat
Every body wah fi chit chat
Peter pack
Peter pack
Yeah
Man
I gotta keep my game
Like Peter pan
Man I got style like Robin hood
All the gangsters robing in the hood
I just do it
All I need is my food
Gotta feed my belly
This is my occupation
Sing songs
Make your girl c*m
(Chuckle)
That's my f*cking occupation
Sing songs and make your girl c*m
b*tch