Intro (spoken, calm) Yeah… I don’t chase nothin’ I step in alignment Doors don’t open for me… they remember my timing Stamped already — before I arrived I was paid in belief before paid in real life Hook Already mine — I ain’t racing clocks Stayed ten toes, now the paper jog I don’t need luck, I make the odds They throwin’ prayers at a life I plotted Stack my weight — that’s reps and revenue Every set building residual They talk big — that’s interview I live proof — that’s visual I don’t wish — I design I don’t wait — I align You see grind… I see signs I been rich in my mind (Ad-lib pockets: already… already… mine) Verse 1 Walk in the gym — quiet storm Hoodie on like a uniform No camera crew, no perform Just pressure turnin’ into form Everybody flexin’ filters I’m compressin’ my limits They measure success in pictures I measure success in minutes Every rep a wire transfer Deposits into the man Interest grow in my character Compound built in the plan I lifted pain like iron plates Now problems feel light weight Had to break what I once was Just to bench what I might make They scrollin’, I’m scrollin’ goals Algorithm in my soul I trained discipline so long Now success auto-loads 3AM — mirror talks back Sweat dripping on the floor mat Told that boy “you ain’t average” Now the world start to echo that I don’t talk like a boss — I move payroll My habits hire my future My past got laid off Hook (shorter repeat) Already mine — I ain’t racing clocks Stayed down, now the paper jog They want luck, I make the odds I built the life they screenshot Stack my weight — elevate No debate — demonstrate I don’t hope — I create I don’t wait — I take Verse 2 I ain’t racing nobody — I lap old me Competition a ghost, I passed old me Every loss was a coach, it trained my focus Every scar got equity — pain my bonus Phone buzz — old flames callin’ Now they proud, now they fallin’ Same ones ain’t see the vision Tryna show up to the ribbon I don’t hate — I archive Keep receipts in my mind You weren’t there for the climb You can’t ride for the shine Future me got standards So comfort got evicted I starved my excuses Now hunger my addiction I don’t pray for a chance I prepare for position While they waitin’ on doors I was buildin’ the entrance I moved like I had it Before I could touch it Now manifestation lookin’ Less like faith, more like budget Bridge / Chant Hook (this is the viral part) Already worked Already paid Already pressure Already made More plates — more power Long nights — long hours They want the view from the top They don’t want stairs or towers Already mine Already me Built brick by brick No lottery You see a win I see a system I didn’t find my life I engineered the vision
