Craig Leonidas - Too Weak Notice (EP Version) Lyrics

Dream slayer, naysayer, people knockin' my shit
Ain't give me a raise but gave your daughter one
Or some nepotism, you prick
If you got a job but you don't like your job

Well, turn up, cause this is your shit
Stand on that desk in the middle feeling my dawg
That's right, my nigga, we lit
I think I'm gonna call my boss real quick

Tell the nigga I quit
Hell nah, I ain't giving him a two-week notice
I'm outta this bitch
You can clear my desk, you can box my things

Nigga, send my shit
Now I gotta break the news down to my girl
And my mama, sorry, mama, I quit
Without no two-week notice

I was too weak to notice
Tony Drew, hit a nigga up
Said, you sitting on your ass, my nigga
Time to focus

You too young to be so hopeless
Only real nigga in the room, you the token
If the mind is a weapon, well, I'm tokin
Part-time rappers don't make it, my nigga

And you know this, yeah
So, told mama I quit
Told my ex I'm going off the rap
Said, I knew nigga run this back

The full-time job with the benefits
Wasn't really of a nigga benefit
I don't give a f*ck what the image is
I don't need this shit, but believe this shit

I quit, I quit
Today's the day that I quit, I said
I quit, I quit
Today's the day that I quit, I said

I quit, I quit
Today's the day that I quit, I said
If my manager insults me again
Swear to God I'll be assaulting

My two-week notice
I ain't too weak to notice
Nah, this is my two-week notice
I ain't too weak to notice

My two-week notice
I ain't too weak to notice
Today's the day, today's the day
Today's the day, today's the day

That I quit, and I had this shit
Gotta get away from the average shit
Not anti-establishment
But I know that this isn't where the passion is

Niggas might laugh at this
But I'm so tired of imagining
Before I reach out to go grab this gift
I'ma look this boss in his face, tell the nigga

I quit, transition to
I don't know, making music people listen to
And when you down, this is what you need to get you through
Meanwhile, checking off a list of what I didn't do

Bruh, passed bored, passport
There's a world and a nigga gotta get into it
Try to told niggas I rap, they never knew it
Like it's my fault that you ain't wanna listen to it

For a dream slayer, naysayer
People knocking my shit
Ain't give me a raise, but get your daughter one
On some nepotism, you prick

If you got a job and you don't like your job
Well turn up, cause this is your shit
Stand on that desk and middle finger my dog
That's right, my nigga, we lit

And I quit, should I yell it out
I don't wanna take the rubber out, no, it's your song
It's my turn to tell it now
You think it might sell out

Pray to God don't fill me now, before I f*ck around
Hit a boss, would you blow me out
Then I made Mia get up and leave her job, man
Do I really gotta spell it out? No

In case you hadn't figured it out
I quit
I quit
I quit

I quit
I quit
I quit