"Elbow Grease (Rap Mix)" lyrics
Overtime, Durte & Wildcard Lyrics
Blue Collar
Paid by the hour
Blue Collar
Still work hard for a dollar
If you don't work
Then you don't eat
So everybody at the table
Rolling up our sleeves
Ain't nobody goin hungry
With this recipe
Everything's country fried
In that elbow grease
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Jump to the recipe
And cut to the chase
There ain't no
Secret ingredient we tuckin' away
It's been handed down for decades
Ain't none of it changed
It's the same thing my grandparents
Done wrote on the page
Of some yellow colored loose leaf
That's faded and stained
With instructions for how James
Can keep stuffing his face
If you wanna make bread
Gotta need that dough
To keep the whole team fed
You gon' need a loaf
Sit everybody at the table
Never eat alone
And the beef shreds best cooked low and slow
Not everybody wants smoke
But keep the coals hot
Fat will render down in to tallow
Into an old pot
Season up the cast iron
Skillet or ya Blackstone
Spatchcock a chicken
Cause a bitch ain't got no backbone
And 86 the shit that don't vibe
Throw the rest in the grease and let it fry
If you don't work
Then you don't eat
So everybody at the table
Rolling up our sleeves
Ain't nobody goin hungry
With this recipe
Everything's country fried
In that elbow grease
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Yo, I wanted to be a famous artist
Whether movies or music
But when my dreams ain't always paying
Every day is confusion
I scraped the ice up off my windows
Cause nobody gone help ya
As I be driving thru the winter
To work at the homeless shelter
All the pain and fear and grinding
That my mind goes through
My heart is ice from all the letdowns
That my life went through
I go to war
I'm bringing coffins to the funeral home
And morticians take you out in boxes
Like some Chinese food
20 years into this dream
And gotta wonder sometimes
If I had made the wrong decision
As I struggle and grind
All my chips into a basket
That is changing design
As I just see the music world
Get eaten by Ai
At the end when all my kids
Finally drop me off at hospice
I grinded for my dreams
And that will never be forgotten
And I serviced older gals
When my merch sales sucked
I always said I wouldn't
But 20 bucks is 20 bucks
Wildcard
If you don't work
Then you don't eat
So everybody at the table
Rolling up our sleeves
Ain't nobody goin hungry
With this recipe
Everything's country fried
In that elbow grease
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Yo the blueprint's
Sittin' in the boot print
Get ya ass to work
And you can make yourself
A few cents
Get a little smarter wit your money
Here's my two cents
18 hours in a day
That you can do shit
If you were thinkin 8
Then you're wrong
And you could use this
Find yourself a hustle
On the side
And you can do this
Multiply your money
Get your homies out on the grind
Cause everybody gonna eat
When the circles aligned
Don't be chasin' after tail
Keep the focus on the mind
Cause the devils on the table
And she's ready to bite
So go on
Get your knuckles in a line
Cause the tougher motherfucker
Makes the money on the grind
Or go home
Cause we ain't quittin' till its time
And we ain't workin' with no suckers
That ain't ready to climb
We all on
Cause we multiply our mind
With a focus on the numbers
Overtime
If you don't work
Then you don't eat
So everybody at the table
Rolling up our sleeves
Ain't nobody goin hungry
With this recipe
Everything's country fried
In that elbow grease
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Paid by the hour
Blue Collar
Still work hard for a dollar
If you don't work
Then you don't eat
So everybody at the table
Rolling up our sleeves
Ain't nobody goin hungry
With this recipe
Everything's country fried
In that elbow grease
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Jump to the recipe
And cut to the chase
There ain't no
Secret ingredient we tuckin' away
It's been handed down for decades
Ain't none of it changed
It's the same thing my grandparents
Done wrote on the page
Of some yellow colored loose leaf
That's faded and stained
With instructions for how James
Can keep stuffing his face
If you wanna make bread
Gotta need that dough
To keep the whole team fed
You gon' need a loaf
Sit everybody at the table
Never eat alone
And the beef shreds best cooked low and slow
Not everybody wants smoke
But keep the coals hot
Fat will render down in to tallow
Into an old pot
Season up the cast iron
Skillet or ya Blackstone
Spatchcock a chicken
Cause a bitch ain't got no backbone
And 86 the shit that don't vibe
Throw the rest in the grease and let it fry
If you don't work
Then you don't eat
So everybody at the table
Rolling up our sleeves
Ain't nobody goin hungry
With this recipe
Everything's country fried
In that elbow grease
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Yo, I wanted to be a famous artist
Whether movies or music
But when my dreams ain't always paying
Every day is confusion
I scraped the ice up off my windows
Cause nobody gone help ya
As I be driving thru the winter
To work at the homeless shelter
All the pain and fear and grinding
That my mind goes through
My heart is ice from all the letdowns
That my life went through
I go to war
I'm bringing coffins to the funeral home
And morticians take you out in boxes
Like some Chinese food
20 years into this dream
And gotta wonder sometimes
If I had made the wrong decision
As I struggle and grind
All my chips into a basket
That is changing design
As I just see the music world
Get eaten by Ai
At the end when all my kids
Finally drop me off at hospice
I grinded for my dreams
And that will never be forgotten
And I serviced older gals
When my merch sales sucked
I always said I wouldn't
But 20 bucks is 20 bucks
Wildcard
If you don't work
Then you don't eat
So everybody at the table
Rolling up our sleeves
Ain't nobody goin hungry
With this recipe
Everything's country fried
In that elbow grease
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Yo the blueprint's
Sittin' in the boot print
Get ya ass to work
And you can make yourself
A few cents
Get a little smarter wit your money
Here's my two cents
18 hours in a day
That you can do shit
If you were thinkin 8
Then you're wrong
And you could use this
Find yourself a hustle
On the side
And you can do this
Multiply your money
Get your homies out on the grind
Cause everybody gonna eat
When the circles aligned
Don't be chasin' after tail
Keep the focus on the mind
Cause the devils on the table
And she's ready to bite
So go on
Get your knuckles in a line
Cause the tougher motherfucker
Makes the money on the grind
Or go home
Cause we ain't quittin' till its time
And we ain't workin' with no suckers
That ain't ready to climb
We all on
Cause we multiply our mind
With a focus on the numbers
Overtime
If you don't work
Then you don't eat
So everybody at the table
Rolling up our sleeves
Ain't nobody goin hungry
With this recipe
Everything's country fried
In that elbow grease
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
Blue collar
Paid by the hour
Still work hard for a dollar
Elbow Grease
