I don’t want a blue collar, I don’t want to be a slave
Working hard for every dollar, dog - I’m trying to get it made

I got goals, baby I got lines
Drop those flows till I cop my shine
I rock shows when I got my mic
Get my neck froze by the end of the night
(I don’t want a blue collar, I don’t want to be a slave)
Life got cold, baby it’s alright
(Working hard for every dollar, dog - I’m trying to get it made)
I’m top floor, baby I’m top flight

In a world where selling dope isn’t it a last hope
Dreams of being a Noriega or Castro
Anything to get they weight up and a cash flow
Now that’s thinking with your dipstick like Castrol… let me ask your
Homies if they living right, cause if not, my niggas
Round the way can get them right - don’t get shot, they taking
Aim and they got more fire, telling ghost stories
Written by their ghost writers, so tired, trying to
Get in gear, turning my cogs, getting lost in the bogs
Trying to make a perfect song, never stopping with bars
Get a house for my momma, reservoir for my dogs
Drop these fakes in the lake, cause they liars and frauds
Keep it hopping like frogs from people popping they jaws
Every word that I write is prophecy for the cause
The rap consult
Cruising town with the .380 in my console, keeping my eyes low

I got goals, baby I got lines
Drop those flows till I cop my shine
I rock shows when I got my mic
Get my neck froze by the end of the night
(I don’t want a blue collar, I don’t want to be a slave)
Life got cold, baby it’s alright
(Working hard for every dollar, dog - I’m trying to get it made)
I’m top floor, baby I’m top flight

Empire state of mind, while I’m living in squalor
Property in poverty, come to swallow these martyrs
Of living for fun, drugs, guns, almighty dollars
The scourge of the nuns, Attila’s huns running the hollow, nigga
You say you hold tools? The latest in clothes, jewels
Y’all faker than tofu, y’all hate on the old school
Knowing but it made you… getting fat off the profit
That the greatest gave you… it ain’t cool
Being the last of a dying breed, especially when these
Sucker niggas keep on trying me, thinking because I’m
Educated, got a good job, that I’m sedated, and
Faded, forgot the hood - nah… nigga, I’m haunted
By the gauntlet that I suffered, niggas I know went under
Niggas I know that’s fronting and bitches I know that love it
Momma at home crying - the kitchen cabinet got nothing
I never forget the struggle, forever hitting that hustle because

I got goals, baby I got lines
Drop those flows till I cop my shine
I rock shows when I got my mic
Get my neck froze by the end of the night
(I don’t want a blue collar, I don’t want to be a slave)
Life got cold, baby it’s alright
(Working hard for every dollar, dog - I’m trying to get it made)
I’m top floor, baby I’m top flight

(I don’t want a blue collar, I don’t want to be a slave)
Life got cold, baby it’s alright
(Working hard for every dollar, dog - I’m trying to get it made)
I’m top floor, baby I’m top flight