[Verse 1:Wrekonize]

I speak with main brain trajectory
This same games so dead to me
I might as well stop having dreams, brain vasectomy
Going to work
A day end
They paying checks to me, But each and every night I just hope someone checks for me
I speak a million to one devotions in this ocean
Always scooping for emotion but hey, thanks for noticing
I'm lost for hours while my pen spills
Got parking tickets stacking up on my windshield, but big deal
Rehearse the same lines and kill them shits and game time
And all along you snotty nose brats fighting for face time
Okay lying,well fame fine fuck-o
I just really want respect and a check to make bucks grow
I'm feeling stuck so pass the 45, I'm a Buck-No
I was here starving with my luck low
And you were there gaining my discuss low
Asking me for pennies, I'm like fuck no
You think I can afford to share
News flash bitch, the middle class gone, I'm a "pooranaire"
Scraping loose change from bottle caps, keeping an honor that's no longer sacred where the piranhas at
We all chancing some wealth and if you don't get to know yourself they'll buy you out your health plan
But we plug in because we're generation Xbox
Got the kids working to live, Sweatshop

[Hook]

Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat
Shop, shop, shop, shop
Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat
Shop, shop, shop, shop
Livin inside a little
Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat
Shop, shop, shop, shop
Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat
Shop, shop, shop, shop

[Verse 2: Bernz]

Sometimes the world ain't really moving faster
It just feels that way while its spinning on its axis
These mother fuckers want to tell me what their after
But after Mayday finish they'll see they have subjects of the master
You see their all just alabaster
Colorless frauds got me living in the bottom
I'm gone, yo hit me after
After disaster, after we blow this right rock into fragments
I'm on my bad shit, that careful with your life shit
Fu-Fuck trying to cash in
That should seem out of fashion
I'd rather bottle lighting or use it all fighting
Wifey said it's frighting, but still it excites me
The music industry, they just ?synonyms?
Had a feeling, called a meeting, time to start killing them
Settle the score, see what's in store
Cake with some venom
Poison my peers with the swing of a pendulum
I'm in... Cahoots with the Gods
I see them every day while we make hits at the job
They They root for my flaws
They make me who I am, the reason for applause, shoot for the stars
Hoping they catch a battle scar
I'm aiming far while Plex plays the guitar
Jupiter to Mars
They sit back, clap from a far
Not knowing we got in the sun in our arms

[Hook]