We're not the sick insignificant insolvent hoes
[Intro] Yeah. Bills on the table, sweat on the floor. Old me dead, don’t knock no more. [Verse 1] I woke up broke, but I didn’t stay there, Cold air in my lungs, iron will in my stare. Rent due, phone ringing, debt barking loud, But I don’t fold up, I don’t blend with the crowd. They waste their mornings, rot in their beds, Scroll through the sludge while their dreams drop dead. Eating like trash, talking like kings, Can’t pay a bill but they flex cheap things. Not me. I’m up with the sun in my teeth, Blood pumping hard like a war drum beat. Push-ups, miles, water, steak, Every damn day I build what they fake. [Chorus] I’m not a sick insignificant insolvent hoe, I make money move and I make muscle grow. I pay every bill, I don’t beg, I don’t fold, I get fit, get rich, get dangerous and bold. I’m not a sad little debt-slave ghost, I’m the one my future self brags on most. Health in my body, fire in my soul, Money in motion and I’m taking control.