[Intro] [Layered vocal cuts stutter over ambient noise] [Sample loop glitches in rhythm] [Beat drops abruptly—hard drums and deep bass hit full force] [Short vocal echo sets tension] [Verse 1] [Delivery sharp, rhythm-driven, aggressive tone] Clock in, clock out, no ending in sight Ambition eats until the plate is gone Currency talks louder than conscience Every handshake hides a scoreboard grin Sleep traded for output, breath priced by hour I built momentum out of panic and caffeine Still the ladder keeps adding rungs above me [Hook] [Chanted refrain over percussive impact, repeated vocal sample anchors rhythm] Work, repeat, pretend it’s growth Stack what’s left, spend what’s owed Spin that wheel, call it control Machine don’t care who powers the load [Verse 2] [Beat steady with slight snare and hi-hat variation] Meetings sell purpose by the ounce Smiles rehearsed like brand slogans Even rest feels like a rumor Metrics measure what’s left of faith I count blessings like invoices unpaid The grind became gospel before I knew it My worth in charts, not memory [Hook] [Return of chant, added vocal layers heighten force] Work, repeat, pretend it’s growth Stack what’s left, spend what’s owed Spin that wheel, call it control Machine don’t care who powers the load [Bridge] [Instrumental break—bass isolated, samples stretch and bend] [Percussion filters out, leaving distorted loop] [Energy dips into mechanical hum before snapping back] [Verse 3] [Tightened delivery, dense production, rhythmic precision heightened] I wore ambition like armor till it rusted Hustle taught me how to vanish in plain view Progress just another cage with glass walls Each goal a mirror reflecting the same ghost Still I move, not forward, just faster Sincerity traded for metrics and reach Control was never real—just well-branded noise [Outro] [Beat filters down layer by layer] [Residual vocal samples echo in reverse] [Low bass fades into silence with faint mechanical hiss]
