Lyrics 8 to a 4 - Nav
I'll
be
trappin'
way
before
I
work
an
8 to
a
4
Glad
I
got
myself
together,
'cause
I
hated
being
broke
Dior
duffle,
got
100k
in
it
on
the
low
Sent
her
on
a
vacation,
and
she
came
back
with
dope
Whether
it's
strippers
or
some
opps,
we
gotta
bring
out
the
pole
Started
an
argument
in
the
club
and
we
left
with
his
soul
Lately,
makin'
fifty
racks
don't
feel
the
same
to
me
no
more
I'm
done
helpin'
everybody,
ain't
got
no
sympathy
no
more
If
you
ain't
puttin'
on
the
drip,
then
you
ain't
sippin'
lean
no
more
Time
after
time,
the
system
took
the
ones
that
meant
to
me
the
most
Life
was
a
horror
movie,
I
feel
like
I'm
meant
to
be
in
Ghost
I
see
some
designer
clothes,
feel
like
I'm
meant
to
be
in
those
Since
I
got
some
change,
I
think
about
bringing
them
things
on
the
boat
Since
my
first
ring,
I
kept
on
buyin'
'em
row
after
row
It
don't
take
no
effort
for
me
to
smoke
a
whole
bag
of
dope
It
don't
take
no
effort
for
me
to
fuck
a
ho
after
a
show
Feds
ask
me
questions,
I
won't
tell
them
what
they
wanna
know
Every
day
I
do
what
I
want
and
I
go
everywhere
I
wanna
go
Now
my
jeans
are
Saint
Laurent,
Balenciaga
on
my
coat
Money
Mitches,
paid
in
full,
I
ain't
never
pay
a
note
I'll
be
trappin'
way
before
I
work
an
8 to
a
4
Glad
I
got
myself
together,
'cause
I
hated
being
broke
Dior
duffle,
got
100k
in
it
on
the
low
Sent
her
on
a
vacation,
and
she
came
back
with
dope
Whether
it's
strippers
or
some
opps,
we
gotta
bring
out
the
pole
Started
an
argument
in
the
club
and
we
left
with
his
soul
Lately,
makin'
fifty
racks
don't
feel
the
same
to
me
no
more
I'm
done
helpin'
everybody,
ain't
got
no
sympathy
no
more
Got
some
killers
waitin'
for
me,
down
to
tell
'em
it's
a
go
I
got
Runtz
inside
my
blunt,
but
it's
the
enemies
I
smoke
I'm
a
frequent
shopper,
they
know
all
my
size
at
every
store
They
be
followin'
me
around
soon
as
I
walk
in
the
door
Far
from
broke,
in
two
years,
I
made
seven
mil'
on
the
low
Ain't
no
problem,
ain't
no
pat-down
when
they
let
me
in
the
door
Just
'cause
I
slap
your
hand
don't
mean
I
consider
you
my
bro
Lately,
I've
been
gettin'
bread,
I
fill
my
oven
up
with
dough
Off
the
X,
I
don't
wanna
eat,
don't
worry
about
calories
no
more
Get
bags
every
day,
I
don't
wanna
get
no
salary
no
more
All
the
cool
guys
in
my
high
school,
I
done
probably
sold
them
dope
Used
to
want
his
girl,
if
she
pull
up,
I
end
up
in
her
throat
I'll
be
trappin'
way
before
I
work
an
8 to
a
4
Glad
I
got
myself
together,
'cause
I
hated
being
broke
Dior
duffle,
got
100k
in
it
on
the
low
Sent
her
on
a
vacation,
and
she
came
back
with
dope
Whether
it's
strippers
or
some
opps,
we
gotta
bring
out
the
pole
Started
an
argument
in
the
club
and
we
left
with
his
soul
Lately,
makin'
fifty
racks
don't
feel
the
same
to
me
no
more
I'm
done
helpin'
everybody,
ain't
got
no
sympathy
no
more
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1 To My Grave
2 I'm Ready
3 Taking Chances
4 Tap
5 Tension
6 Price on My Head
7 Ralo
8 Tussin
9 Snap
10 Hold Your Breath
11 Why You Crying Mama
12 Time Piece
13 Dior Runners
14 Vicodin
15 Stuck with Me
16 Know Me
17 Amazing (feat. Future)
18 Habits
19 Rack in My Sleep (feat. 88GLAM)
20 Go to Hell
21 8 to a 4
22 Never Know
23 OK (feat. Lil Durk)
24 Athlete
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