Three-day coffee stains my past, Trading sleep for dreams that last. Spreadsheets blur to battle maps, Building empires in the gaps. Feet on pavement, mind on fire, Every "no" just builds it higher. Neon bleeds through midnight rain, While future's price is etched in pain. No maps, no rest, no easy climb, Betting souls on borrowed time. Can't sleep, can't stop, can't fold, The hungry break what can't be sold. This is the hustle, the fever dream, Heat on my neck, static on screen. No time for mercy, no room for doubt, You're in or you're out — figure it out. Blood in the ink, fire in the sky, Burning too fast, still running high. No one remembers the ones who played safe, Risk is the name, the hustle's the game. Missed her first steps yesterday, While chasing deals that slipped away. Phone calls home go straight to void, Dreams and duty, both destroyed. Fortune hunters turn to prey, In this game we choose to play. Seven years of midnight oil, Burns the heart while hands still toil. In the silence of defeat, When the hustle feels complete, There's a voice that whispers clear: "What's the cost of being here?" Keep running! running... running... Keep pushing! ...pushing through the pain Keep climbing!... higher... higher...) Keep grinding!...until you break Keep burning!... burning everything Keep breathing!... breathing... breathing... This is the hustle, my fever dream... This is the hustle, the fever dream, Heat on my neck, static on screen. No time for mercy, no room for doubt, You're in or you're out—figure it out. Fire in my veins, truth at my back, Everything gained, everything cracked. One chance, one choice, one life to break, Win or lose—what's mine to take?
