Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Yo, Alex, you stuck in your room all day,
Playin’ with yourself while your life fades away,
Cryin’ about Joe, like that’s gonna fix it,
While you’re wastin’ time, man, you’re straight up trippin’.

You talk about wealth, but you ain’t put in the grind,
You say you wanna make it, but you’re fallin’ behind,
You listen to Andy, that fraud full of lies,
Talkin’ ‘bout 10K in a week—man, that’s just a disguise.

(Chorus)
You think you’re gonna be an Elliot? Nah, that’s a joke,
Shavin’ your head ain’t gonna help you when you’re broke,
You wanna be a millionaire by twenty-five,
But all you do is sit there, barely alive.

Hit the gym, stop playin’ games with yourself,
Start puttin’ in the work, stop shelvin’ your wealth,
No more excuses, no more feelin’ small,
You ain’t gonna make it sittin’ back, doing nothing at all.

(Verse 2)
You talk big dreams, but you’re stuck in a rut,
Blamin’ the world while you stay in your cut,
You think a shaved head is gonna make you shine,
But that’s just a mask, bro, you’re wastin’ your time.

Get out the room, start makin’ moves,
Put down the remote, and pay your dues,
Andy’s a fraud, he ain’t got no key,
The path to success ain’t as fake as he seems.

(Chorus)
You think you’re gonna be an Elliot? Nah, that’s a joke,
Shavin’ your head ain’t gonna help you when you’re broke,
You wanna be a millionaire by twenty-five,
But all you do is sit there, barely alive.

Hit the gym, stop playin’ games with yourself,
Start puttin’ in the work, stop shelvin’ your wealth,
No more excuses, no more feelin’ small,
You ain’t gonna make it sittin’ back, doing nothing at all.

(Bridge)
Stop with the whinin’, stop with the pleas,
Time’s passin’ by, you’re missin’ the keys,
Ivan’s got wisdom, but you don’t wanna listen,
While you’re sittin’ back, everyone else is risin’ and glistenin’.

(Chorus)
You think you’re gonna be an Elliot? Nah, that’s a joke,
Shavin’ your head ain’t gonna help you when you’re broke,
You wanna be a millionaire by twenty-five,
But all you do is sit there, barely alive.

Hit the gym, stop playin’ games with yourself,
Start puttin’ in the work, stop shelvin’ your wealth,
No more excuses, no more feelin’ small,
You ain’t gonna make it sittin’ back, doing nothing at all.

(Outro)
So, Alex, wake up, stop living the lie,
Get off your ass, stop waitin’ to die,
You got the dreams, but you ain’t makin’ moves,
Time’s tickin’ down, man, what’s you gonna prove?