[Intro] Yeah Word [rap fast ruff voice Word] I say this is a hobby I say fuck no Trying to make this a career A fuckin' all go Haters in the family Haters on the internet I'm going all in Get ready to bet Talking all that talk With no walk You're all bark and no bite Hiding in the dark, avoiding the light Talking that talk But you never really fought Just running your mouth Spreading doubt You think you're so clever But you're just a blabber No substance, no depth Just empty words, holding your breath A sanctuary in your mind a mental castle Down in the center of the cell Is where you try to come up with something All you get is hassle Never be a valedictorian Never even know what color a fuckin' tassel [Hook] This ain't a hobby, nah, I'm clocked in Hands dirty, feet moving, let the shop spin They talk loud, but they don't bring it home I'm all in, no cap, won't quit, won't fold Puttin' in extra work Puttin' in work Doing extra work Not getting worked [Hook] This ain't a hobby, nah, I'm clocked in Hands dirty, feet moving, let the shop spin They talk loud, but they don't bring it home I'm all in, no cap, won't quit, won't fold My mom in the middle like a cleanup crew Got the boys lined up, yeah, she know what to do Pizza boxes gone, ashtray swept clean Trash bag full when she walks through the scene [Hook] This ain't a hobby, nah, I'm clocked in Hands dirty, feet moving, let the shop spin They talk loud, but they don't bring it home I'm all in, no cap, won't quit, won't fold She don't say much, just gives that look One raised eyebrow and the whole room shook Beer cans off the floor, socks by the door If the boys get wild, she makes 'em act right, sure [Hook] This ain't a hobby, nah, I'm clocked in Hands dirty, feet moving, let the shop spin They talk loud, but they don't bring it home I'm all in, no cap, won't quit, won't fold She got that broom like a bat in hand No mess survives when she makes her stand Picks up the pieces, don't need no help Leaves the place better than we left it ourselves [Hook] This ain't a hobby, nah, I'm clocked in Hands dirty, feet moving, let the shop spin They talk loud, but they don't bring it home I'm all in, no cap, won't quit, won't fold Whole crew loud till she steps in Then it's quiet real quick, then we start again My mom in the middle like a bag of beans Cleaning up the boys and their dumb-ass scenes [Hook] This ain't a hobby, I’m on the grind Punching that clock with the work in mind They talk all day, but they don’t deliver I’m built for the long run, pressure don’t shiver [Hook] Not a side thing, nah, it’s my job Late nights, sore hands, still I don’t stop They play pretend, I’m making it real All gas, no brakes, that’s the deal [Hook] Clock says work, and I show up first Sweat on my tee, still chasing that burn They got noise, I got proof in the room I’m here for the takeoff, not the doom [Hook] This ain’t a hobby, this is the route Every rep, every run, no talking it out They clap from the bleachers, I’m down on the floor I keep coming back for one more [Outro] Yeah, one more Clock out when it’s done I’m still here Same work, same run
