Main Job Lyrics (English Translation) – Gottz, MUD

[Chorus: MUD]

We don’t need no fake sh*t

Real gold chain hanging from my neck

A recipe spiced just right

If it’s good, say yes — if not, say no

Keep training like the best kid

Suddenly it’s morning before I know it, wow

Everybody wanna get rich

Writing lyrics and making music — that’s my main job

[Verse 1: MUD]

Taking time to craft and create — that’s my work

I imagine what I see and draw it like Picasso

Ignore the haters who try to block my path

Newbies trying to make money off rap overnight

Aiming for a big break but quitting in three days

It’s obvious that just today and yesterday aren’t enough

Pros keep sharpening their skills even tomorrow

Heading to the liquor store just to buy a cigar

Back when I started, it was a cycle of losses

No income, just investing in myself

Now I’m doing back-to-back tours in the countryside

Didn’t aim to be, but now I’m a solid taxpayer

No days off — January to December

Even my private life fuels my hustle

It’s not YouTube — I don’t waste luxury

I make mistakes, but always flip them into gains

[Chorus: MUD]

We don’t need no fake sh*t

Real gold chain hanging from my neck

A recipe spiced just right

If it’s good, say yes — if not, say no

Keep training like the best kid

Suddenly it’s morning before I know it, wow

Everybody wanna get rich

Writing lyrics and making music — that’s my main job

[Verse 2: Gottz]

Everyone’s out for money

Just rappers who never hit the core — fuk a btch

Using edgy words just to fool the kids

In the end, it’s not culture — just a passing trend

We came from having absolutely nothing

So we think about the future of those stuck there now

This mic is the only mirror that shows my true self

Born Sinner here to stir up the game

A reality where I can’t even love myself

Concrete jungles — heaven flipped upside down

No matter how much I make, my basics stay the same

With this range, I won’t miss — like Stevie G

There’s no “fixed spot” in a race

I don’t answer calls for jobs I don’t care about

I don’t vent online — I put it all in the pen

My verse is the ending theme for all the fakes

[Chorus: MUD]

We don’t need no fake sh*t

Real gold chain hanging from my neck

A recipe spiced just right

If it’s good, say yes — if not, say no

Keep training like the best kid

Suddenly it’s morning before I know it, wow

Everybody wanna get rich

Writing lyrics and making music — that’s my main job