We're not the sick insignificant insolvent hoes

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[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.