[VERSE 1: BigMo]
Work, work, work, work
Friends are foes
Hope you know
The more you put in work
The worse it gets
And it will show
Long night, studio sesh
Girls texting me
Sayin' they jealous
Wouldn't change it
For a moment
All-nighter
Hell or heaven?
Can't tell
These bars have become the bars to my cell
The studio is my jail
But f** it, im doin well
Makin music
New beat
Another track to nail
To the game I am engaged
So I apologize, females
If you can't take number 2
Then I do not belong with you
The music is number 1
Shotgun ain't' big enough for two
If thats a deal then we're through
Back to making all these tunes
Pop with substance
Now you're confused
Dance! dance!
Do not feel used
HipHop
I found a loop
GreenLuck
I found a crew
PureHype
We gettin loot
1st name Cap'
1UP to you
We, gorillagrinding
You, old news
We, chasing money
You, someone we knew...
-@ThaRealBigMo