[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