Lyrics

[Intro]
You want the life—but you don't want the labor.
You want respect—but skip the steps.
You say you hungry... but your plate still clean.
Let’s get to it.


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[Verse 1]
While they sleep in, I’m deep in the trenches,
Clock don’t stop—I'm stackin’ inches.
Wake up, it’s dark—I’m already grindin’,
Sweat hit the floor before the sun start risin’.

They scared to be great, I used to be too,
Till I realized fear don’t pay what it’s due.
It just steals your fire, taxes your peace,
Puts your dreams on pause and your soul on lease.

You want results? Get your hands in the dirt,
Get real uncomfortable, push through the hurt.
'Cause no one's comin’ to save you or guide,
You gotta earn that peace and the power inside.


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[Hook]
Stop cryin’ ‘bout the life you ain’t buildin’,
Start grindin’ like you know what’s missin’.
Laziness kills—don’t die slow,
Every second wasted is a seed you don’t grow.

Time don’t care if you tired or scared,
Success ain’t fair, but it always prepares.
Get up. One brick, then another,
You don’t need a crowd—just purpose and hunger.


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[Verse 2]
They post but don’t build—keyboard kings,
Rich in selfies, broke in real things.
Fake flex, no checks, no depth, no plan,
Livin' like a legend on the 'Gram, not a man.

Got Gucci belts but they rent unpaid,
Got big dreams but they sleep all day.
That’s clown work—I said what I said,
You ain't grindin’? Then you ain't gettin’ fed.

Life don’t reward what you “meant to” do,
It pays in sweat, in scars, in follow-through.
You want riches? Start with your soul,
Fix your habits, your health, your goals.


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[Hook]
Stop cryin’ ‘bout the life you ain’t buildin’,
Start grindin’ like you know what’s missin’.
Laziness kills—don’t die slow,
Every second wasted is a seed you don’t grow.

Time don’t care if you tired or scared,
Success ain’t fair, but it always prepares.
Get up. One brick, then another,
You don’t need a crowd—just purpose and hunger.


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[Bridge]
You woke up today—someone else ain’t.
That’s your shot, your start, your clean slate.
Stop waitin’ on signs—the sign is breath,
You alive, now move before it’s death.

Excuses don't cash out, comfort don’t climb,
Either build your purpose or waste your time.
No magic pill, just grind and grace,
No shortcut path, just showin’ your face.


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[Outro]
So next time you feel like coastin’ through,
Look in the mirror and ask: “Is this all I can do?”
You want wealth? Build it in soul and stride,
In mind, in mission, in hustle and pride.

This ain’t for the lazy—this is for the bold.
No snooze. No excuses.
Just work till it’s gold.