Jon Connor – 2 Week Notice lyrics

f** that, y’all ain’t listen to the sh** I say
Woke up today, pushed to edge y’all, and I ain’t got time to play
So a n***a like (Man, f** that)
I ain’t lyin’, might be a riot in this motherf**er
I ain’t no k**er, I’m just tireder than a motherf**er
So I’m like
I say no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in’ with
n***a no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in’ with (Man, f** that)
n***a no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in’ with
I say no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in with, I say
Yo, yo
I planned on quittin’ this job from the day y’all hired me
I be talkin’ sh**, I don’t give a f**
I can’t wait till the day y’all fire me
I’m a grown man, stop talkin’ loud
What the f** y’all talk about?
f** two weeks, it’s been too long, goddamnit I’m walkin’ out
So don’t complain on my last day if I done tore some sh** up
I felt this mornin’, y’all lucky I ain’t blow this b**h up
sh**, go to work in my drawers, parking lot, like f** ’em all
My boss used to say, “Oh, you so quiet”, b**h, you ain’t ever let me talk
I remember days I was sick as f** and you ain’t never let me off
I should’a robbed this b**h, f** around, be Vivica, then set it off
I be gone so fast, n***a like holy smokes, f** around, get the holy ghost
And you ain’t gonna talk to me in any kind of way
I mean I’m tired, let me tell these folks
You should be glad as f** that I’m leaving
Glad as f** all y’all still breathing, I had a dream last night
That I busted in and pulled a Django on one of y’all meetings
Co-workers be fake as f**, talkin’ sh**, just like me
The boss come in, y’all straighten up
sh**, n***a we don’t make enough, so
f** that, y’all ain’t listen to the sh** I say
Woke up today, pushed to edge y’all, and I ain’t got time to play
So a n***a like (Man, f** that)
I ain’t lyin’, might be a riot in this motherf**er
I ain’t no k**er, I’m just tireder than a motherf**er
So I’m like
I say no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in’ with

n***a no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in’ with (Man, f** that)
n***a no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in’ with
I say no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in with, I say
I swear to God I’ll punch heads, these n***as delirious
Ain’t nothin I hate more than a f** boy take they job too serious
These n***as be miserable, like every day
You ain’t picked the right job
n***a your full time is my night job
This my summer job, this your life job
I ain’t gettin no rest, so I better get my respect
‘Cause you talking to me like you crazy, ain’t worth gettin’ this check
My boss said it bring down morale when I act that I ain’t there
I said, “It take more out of me to act like I f**in’ care”
So f** this dumb sh**, retarded sh**, f** the office politics
Y’all thinkin of ways to improve sh**
While I’m thinkin’ of ways to get out of this
sh**, I’m convinced we on different paths
There’s different ways to keep gettin’ cash
A dollar only got so much power and I’m too strong to be kissin’ a**
Hold up, I say hold up. Maybe you confused, I don’t give no f**
I don’t give no f**, how did sh** end up?
See, old folks used to tell me I’d probably need to say, “f** rap”
But I said, “f** them, f** you, f** this”, matter fact
f** that, y’all ain’t listen to the sh** I say
Woke up today, pushed to edge y’all, and I ain’t got time to play
So a n***a like (Man, f** that)
I ain’t lyin’, might be a riot in this motherf**er
I ain’t no k**er, I’m just tireder than a motherf**er
So I’m like
I say no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in’ with
n***a no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in’ with (Man, f** that)
n***a no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in’ with
I say no, you don’t f**in’ know who you f**in with, I say
Yo, yo, yo, so I’m like this
f** you, f** this job, f** that little weak a** check (Man, f** that)
f** waking up at motherf**in’ six thirty in the morning every morning
Tell them n***as on the way out, (Man, f** that)
f** you, f** you, it’s really f** you
You aight, you cool, f** you, I’m outta here
The People’s Rapper, AVM, Blue City Club, we outta here man

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