[Intro – Female Voicemail Tone] Hey David, not sure if you’d consider an offer on your property— We’re buying homes in any condition— cash offer, close quick— no commissions— Hey David, just circling back— Wanted to see if you’d thought about selling— Hey David, this is Ashley with the acquisitions team— Hey David— Hey David— Hey David— [Verse 1] I wake up to another text blast “Quick close, no fees, all cash” Some dude in a polo with a logo from Canva Tryna lock a duplex before breakfast and Fanta Everybody got a course now Everybody “disrupts” Everybody got a CRM pipeline erupt Cold callers overseas readin’ scripts like theater “Would you entertain an offer?” through a laggy repeater Subject-to Wrap note Seller carry Airbnb Mid-term STR Everybody chasing passive income mentally blurry Feels like a digital gold rush Zillow tabs open People wholesaling houses they ain’t even spoken to owners Assignment fee dreamin’ Coffee gone cold Young guns talking cap rates like they’re born old souls “Bro it’s all velocity” “Bro it’s all scale” “Bro I got a lead list fresh from probate mail” Everybody huntin’ tired landlords under pressure Like sharks smellin’ blood through economic weather And maybe I’m one of ‘em Maybe I became Another transaction addict in the leverage game Checking county records while I’m standing in line Thinking “that distressed fourplex could completely change my life…” [Pre-Chorus] And the phones keep ringin’ And the deals keep dyin’ And somebody’s always flexin’ on a podcast lyin’ But somewhere underneath it There’s a strange little truth Everybody’s really just afraid of being broke in their youth [Chorus] More doors More leverage More debt packaged elegant More meetings at a diner with intentions hidden delicate More doors More hustle More pressure in the bloodstream Everybody trying not to wake up from the dream Find a deal Move fast Lock it down before it’s gone Cause if you hesitate another investor’s movin’ on More doors More grind More skin inside the game Till every conversation kinda starts to sound the same [Verse 2] Met a guy at a meetup wearin’ monk straps and ambition Said he bought twelve houses strictly off intuition No money down No docs No risk “No problem” Meanwhile his LLCs looked like Russian nesting goblins Another dude flips contracts from a MacBook Air Never swung a hammer but he sells “vision” everywhere One woman runs a portfolio calm and intelligent While everybody else burns out from fake importance and stimulants Cause the game got weird Now every friend’s a broker Every Uber ride somehow turns into a closer Every barbecue turns into a mastermind session “Yo what market you investing?” Everybody searching for the next tired seller The next inheritance The next cracked stucco fixer The next divorce file The next burnt-out owner The next person underwater praying someone takes it over And somewhere in America a phone lights up again— [Breakdown – Beat Strips Female talking] Hey David, sorry to bother you— Just wanted to know if you’d consider— Hey David, we can close in seven days— Hey David, following up on your property— Hey David— [Verse 3 – Faster] Now the beat starts racing like escrow deadlines Inspection contingency cuttin’ through timelines Everybody chasing equity like religion Tax liens, foreclosures, partition decisions I seen marriages break over duplex projections Seen dudes lose sleep refreshing rate directions Seen people become spreadsheets with a heartbeat Trying to find freedom while they never leave the car seat And I get it I do The machine feels cruel Working forty years just to maybe keep a roof So people start stackin’ doors trying to outrun fear Cause ownership sounds safer when collapse feels near But man… Sometimes I miss when a house was a home Not a KPI metric on a syndicated loan Now every neighborhood feels like speculation And every coffee shop’s another acquisition station [Final Chorus] More doors More hustle More skin inside the game Everybody building empires trying not to feel the pain More doors More leverage More promises to sell Everybody trying to climb a little higher outta hell Find a deal Close fast Hope the market doesn’t crack Cause half the people getting rich are one recession from collapse More doors More grind Till the voicemail tone plays And another hungry investor starts dialing again [Outro – Female Voicemail Fades] Hey David, just wanted to see if you still own the property on— Hey David— Hey David— Hey—
