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Snak The Ripper - Eight Hours A Day lyrics

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Oh man you work so hard (for me)

Oh man you work so hard (for me)

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.

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 at 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 cause that's the guy that finish last, trying

Get head fast, fore I'm dead under the grass (huh)!

Check to check, how I live; drinking' on an empty gut

Empty tank in my whip, empty bank from you know what

I just keep on going, keep on pushing through the dirt.

Feels like I don't got a life, cause fuck it, all I do is work

Damn!

Hook: (x2)

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

Trying to 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

Sharing my demented views, prayers to god I sent a few.

A better man I'm trying to be,

Ain't no label signing' 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 trying to 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 stricking with

Nobody making 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

Sellingg them hella knowledge, survival of the intelligent

I just keep on going, keep on pushing' through the dirt

Better find something you like to do before you do is work, man!

Hook:

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.

[Outro:]

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 fucking 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!

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