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Oh man you work so hard (for me) Eight hours a day. how you try, try, try to make it In the world but very little come your way. I got my boots on, crack of dawn, pack the bong I'm out the door My day is long, still sore from the fucking day before Eight to four maybe more, twice the work they pay me for Bills due, crazy poor, never been this way before Do my best day to day, pray this stress will fade away So unfair, no one cares, this is life or so they say It's hard to understand I work my knuckles to the bone Gotta get my rent paid, a rapper stuck without a home So I'm out here in the cold rain, no pain, no gain Money on my mind, the only thought inside my whole brain No more being nice cuz that's the guy that finish last, tryna Get ahead fast, fore I'm dead under the grass. (hah) Check to check, how I live. Drinkin' on an empty gut Empty tank in my whip, empty bank but you know what? I just keep on going Keep on pushing threw the dirt. feels Like I don't gotta life cuz fuck it all I do is work damn Oh man you work so hard (for me) Eight hours a day. how you try, try, try to make it In the world but very little come your way. I got the music on, crack of dawn, stack is on, I'm in my zone Tryna take it up a notch, watch me make it on my own It's in my blood it's in my bones. this is what I'm meant to do Sharin' my demented views, prayers to god I sent a few A better man I'm tryna be, ain't no label signin' me My family relying on me, I'm hoping one day finally I'll find my place, no time to waste. My grimy face is always on I'm tryna chase the dream and get a taste before I'm dead and gone Out here in the thick of it, to ease the stress I'm stricken with Nobody makin' money off my name no more I'm sick of it Everyday same routine, Gotta play it for my team Half man, half machine slaying fucking everything On the road away from home. excelling in my elements Selling' them hella knowledge, survival of the intelligent I just keep on going, keep on pushin' threw the dirt Better find something you like to do before all you do is work man. (hah) Oh man you work so hard (for me) Eight hours a day. how you try, try, try to make it In the world but very little come your way. And you know what man, you might be a loser sitting at home saying I'm a fat geeky mother fucker. but you go out and you fuckin make your name known mother fucker. and you know what they're gonna say? they're gonna say awe he's so dope! until they meet you in person they're gonna be like, he's a fat geeky mother fucker. but they can't say shit to ya, they can't say shit to ya because you fucking grilled it. Stompdown Killas. Snak The Ripper reporting live.
Writer(s): Craig Lanciani, William Fyvie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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