(Intro – Talking)
Yeah… this one for everybody who had a manager trippin’ over nothin’.
Clock in, clock out—nah, I’m good on that.
Let me talk my talk real quick…
(Verse 1)
Yo, I was stackin’ them boxes, mindin’ my biz,
Tryna make it through the shift, man, it is what it is.
Here he come with the notes, talkin’ ‘bout the juice,
Actin’ like the aisle crooked when it’s standin’ up loose.
Said the paper ain’t straight, the rows ain’t tight,
Bruh, it’s 2 AM, who checkin’ this right?
But nah, he called her, tryna flex his might,
Like the white boss lady ‘bout to take his side.
(Pre-Chorus)
But she just laughed, said, “Man, that’s fine,”
Now he lookin’ real dumb tryna toe that line.
I just stood there like, “Bruh, you see?”
Lost respect in a second, that was it for me.
(Chorus)
Zonin’ ain’t life, and life ain’t that,
Clockin’ in, clockin’ out, man, I ain’t goin’ back.
Fired for the smoke but they ain’t catch a thing,
Now I’m suit and tie, let the money rain.
(Verse 2)
Next day, they like “Aye, go pee in this cup,”
I laughed, grabbed my check, said, “Man, good luck.”
Ain’t takin’ no test, ain’t playin’ y’all games,
I resign, y’all can keep that minimum wage.
Now I’m chillin’ in a chair, name stamped on the desk,
No box cutters here, just direct deposits, bless.
Swapped the vest for a blazer, the struggle for gains,
Now my coffee stay hot while y’all checkin’ them stains.
(Pre-Chorus)
And she just smirked, said, “Guess he moved on,”
While he still mad ‘bout aisle four zoned wrong.
Lost respect, found my check, now I’m gone,
Ain’t no go-backs, life moved on.
(Chorus)
Zonin’ ain’t life, and life ain’t that,
Clockin’ in, clockin’ out, man, I ain’t goin’ back.
Fired for the smoke but they ain’t catch a thing,
Now I’m suit and tie, let the money rain.
(Bridge – Switch Up Flow)
Uh, keep your rules and your lil’ walkie-talk,
I be countin’ up while y’all punch that clock.
Office view, now my time my own,
While you still stressin’ ‘bout paper zones.
(Outro – Talking)
Yeah… I’m good on that.
Hope aisle four still lookin’ straight though.
Bet you still checkin’ juice labels, huh?
