Work
[Hook]
Work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
When I'm the studio i work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
When I'm the studio i work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
When I'm the studio i work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
When I'm the studio i work like its a sweat shop
[Verse 1: Pj]
Life's a wild ride that's what makes it a battle
You get knocked off the horse then you get back on the saddle
You look up to the greats
Are they great that's your debate
Asked them man if i was hungry what would you put on my plate
You look up to them so that means that there looking down on you
Don't take it to hard man because you already know its true
You got trophies on your wall what are they supposed to do
To raise your self esteem or to prove your chasing dreams
At the end of the day it doesn't matter anyway
It won't help you get a job it won't help you lose that weight
People always try to tell you that you were built to break
I'm trying to tell you we were built to create
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Don't listen to the people that try to pull you down
Because their the ones that are crying when nobody is around
And if you ever mess up man do you ever let it slip
Because once they get a hold of you they won't let you out their grip
We all go to church looking for a little fixin'
We all hear the word but do we really listen
They say life's a race so I'm gunning for first place
But it always feels like i just landed on my face
Look back up to the greats and still don't see food on my plate
So i guess that makes every other one of them a fake
People getting on me but they say I'm always late
But their the ones watching a watch with no face
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
When trying to separate the real from the fake
Its hard to differentiate the love and the hate
I'm at a cross roads in my life I don't know which route to take
Should I just sit back and wait for my dreams to take shape
I got an ace in my sleeve but I keep my poker face
And for every man who said we were just meant to break
Just put your work in and be the new slaves
Work
[Hook]
Work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
When I'm the studio i work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
When I'm the studio i work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
When I'm the studio i work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
Work like its a sweat shop
When I'm the studio i work like its a sweat shop
[Verse 1: Pj]
Life's a wild ride that's what makes it a battle
You get knocked off the horse then you get back on the saddle
You look up to the greats
Are they great that's your debate
Asked them man if i was hungry what would you put on my plate
You look up to them so that means that there looking down on you
Don't take it to hard man because you already know its true
You got trophies on your wall what are they supposed to do
To raise your self esteem or to prove your chasing dreams
At the end of the day it doesn't matter anyway
It won't help you get a job it won't help you lose that weight
People always try to tell you that you were built to break
I'm trying to tell you we were built to create
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Don't listen to the people that try to pull you down
Because their the ones that are crying when nobody is around
And if you ever mess up man do you ever let it slip
Because once they get a hold of you they won't let you out their grip
We all go to church looking for a little fixin'
We all hear the word but do we really listen
They say life's a race so I'm gunning for first place
But it always feels like i just landed on my face
Look back up to the greats and still don't see food on my plate
So i guess that makes every other one of them a fake
People getting on me but they say I'm always late
But their the ones watching a watch with no face
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
When trying to separate the real from the fake
Its hard to differentiate the love and the hate
I'm at a cross roads in my life I don't know which route to take
Should I just sit back and wait for my dreams to take shape
I got an ace in my sleeve but I keep my poker face
And for every man who said we were just meant to break
Just put your work in and be the new slaves
Work
[Hook]