CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Happy Birthday
Ninety percent of people are just fake woke
Spend eight hours in a cage, though
Workin' tryna profit from something they really hate bro
Just so they can pay to live inside of a space
Where they ain't workin' on nothin' but chillin' lettin' the day go
Ain't no angel I'm not havin' no halo
Still let in ring above your head when I spray it though
If you got something to say then you should say it, bro
Usually a giver but this time I came to take, Happy Birthday
(yeah) Man, Happy birthday
(yeah) Look, as I'm lookin' in your eyes you can not fool me with your disguise
Or did I report to you something that's got you mortified
Get a piece of paper and write down the things in your life
That you've done to help someone when they weren't feelin' organized
Live a little, you're alive
You can take this sh*t or decline
You can live by other laws or you can work on your design
For your life
Look what the f**k the media glorifies
You are either helpin' the problem or you're supplyin' Happy Birthday
(yeah) Happy Birthday
(yeah) And even on my worst day
I run the game and I'm in first place
Y'all know I been workin'
There's never a day I'll work (ay)
If it's on somebody else's watch or in the work place
I am not an slave and man I put that on my birth place
If I see you poppin, obnoxious tryna disperse hate
Hit 'em with a hook then pull it back like "how that hurt taste?"
I been livin' good, but livin' good in the worst way
I've never had somebody that would tell me Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
Man, Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
(yeah) Please tell me Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
(yeah) Like all I really need's Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
(ay) Look, like I've been away but I'm back now
And they know I've been rippin the track down
And I never be quittin' it, that's how
I'm gonna make it to the fat crowds
Like I don't do it for nothin'
I don't do it for the buzz main
I don't do it 'cus I want fame
I do sh*t for the Sludge Gang
For the Sludge Gang
For the Sludge Gang
I do sh*t for the Sludge Gang
Gotta hit 'em like a motherf**kin' bus frame
'Cus I'm schoolin' rappers, you the lunch lady
I don't really need a blunt Shady
I been workin' on my funds, baby
We all gonna make it one day
But all I really want is you to say Happy Birthday
(yeah) Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
(man, happy motherf**kin' birthday)
Spend eight hours in a cage, though
Workin' tryna profit from something they really hate bro
Just so they can pay to live inside of a space
Where they ain't workin' on nothin' but chillin' lettin' the day go
Ain't no angel I'm not havin' no halo
Still let in ring above your head when I spray it though
If you got something to say then you should say it, bro
Usually a giver but this time I came to take, Happy Birthday
(yeah) Man, Happy birthday
(yeah) Look, as I'm lookin' in your eyes you can not fool me with your disguise
Or did I report to you something that's got you mortified
Get a piece of paper and write down the things in your life
That you've done to help someone when they weren't feelin' organized
Live a little, you're alive
You can take this sh*t or decline
You can live by other laws or you can work on your design
For your life
Look what the f**k the media glorifies
You are either helpin' the problem or you're supplyin' Happy Birthday
(yeah) Happy Birthday
(yeah) And even on my worst day
I run the game and I'm in first place
Y'all know I been workin'
There's never a day I'll work (ay)
If it's on somebody else's watch or in the work place
I am not an slave and man I put that on my birth place
If I see you poppin, obnoxious tryna disperse hate
Hit 'em with a hook then pull it back like "how that hurt taste?"
I been livin' good, but livin' good in the worst way
I've never had somebody that would tell me Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
Man, Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
(yeah) Please tell me Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
(yeah) Like all I really need's Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
(ay) Look, like I've been away but I'm back now
And they know I've been rippin the track down
And I never be quittin' it, that's how
I'm gonna make it to the fat crowds
Like I don't do it for nothin'
I don't do it for the buzz main
I don't do it 'cus I want fame
I do sh*t for the Sludge Gang
For the Sludge Gang
For the Sludge Gang
I do sh*t for the Sludge Gang
Gotta hit 'em like a motherf**kin' bus frame
'Cus I'm schoolin' rappers, you the lunch lady
I don't really need a blunt Shady
I been workin' on my funds, baby
We all gonna make it one day
But all I really want is you to say Happy Birthday
(yeah) Happy motherf**kin' Birthday
(man, happy motherf**kin' birthday)
