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Build The Vault (Side Quests) lyrics
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Intro
Yeah, check the board. Missions active. Let's get it.
Verse 1
Five AM, the drywall cold against my back Thumb on the glass, clearing orders off the stack Got the nine-to-five badge sitting on the passenger seat But my phone buzzing twice before my shoes hit the street Receipt printer spitting white paper on the floor Another digital product walking out the door They call it a hobby, I call it the escape route Four different balances, figuring the math out.
Pre-chorus
Stack the coins. Run the route. Burn the map. Figure it out. Beat drops out I don't grind, I build the vault.
Chorus
Clock out the shift, log into the quest I don't chase the hype, I just run the test Cash drawer slam foley Stack it up, lock it in One job pays the rent, three more for the win They spinning their wheels, I'm building an asset Treat the whole life like a compounding habit. Stack it up, lock it in!
Verse 2
Eyebags heavy, staring at the timeline Everybody selling snake oil on the skyline Tried to juggle five plates, watched a couple shatter Chasing every new wave, missing what matters Homie burnt out, sleeping on a couch cushion Thought he had a movement, barely got a push in Fatigue in my joints, coffee tasting like pennies Paid for bad ads, lost a cool two-twenty.
Pre-chorus
Stack the coins. Run the route. Burn the map. Figure it out. Beat drops out I don't grind, I build the vault.
Chorus
Clock out the shift, log into the quest I don't chase the hype, I just run the test Cash drawer slam foley Stack it up, lock it in One job pays the rent, three more for the win They spinning their wheels, I'm building an asset Treat the whole life like a compounding habit. Stack it up, lock it in!
Verse 3
Flash back, zero balance, trapped in the cubicle Editing the raw files, feeling delusional Scam clients talking big, paying in exposure Now I batch the heavy work, keeping my composure Systems on auto, tools doing the heavy lift Moved away from hourly, that was the mental shift Reinvest the profit, buy back my own time I don't want a hustle, I want the design.
Bridge
Running on empty kills the whole vision. Tired eyes make a terrible decision. Had to drop three projects just to save my breath. Hustling without a border feels exactly like death. Cut the noise. Keep the core. What are we doing this for?
Verse 4
Thursday morning, side ledger flipped the main check Looked at my manager, nothing but respect Skills in the backpack, completely portable Now my own leverage is perfectly affordable Built an ecosystem, roots in the concrete No more random sprinting, mapped out the whole street Every hour spent compounds in the background Silent moves making the loudest track sound.
Verse 5
So keep the day job while you lay down the bricks Don't fall for the flashy seminar tricks Patience is a weapon, curiosity the fuel Treat your own mind like the ultimate tool Set the boundary, close the laptop at night You don't need to suffer just to get the money right.
Chorus
Clock out the shift, log into the quest I don't chase the hype, I just run the test Cash drawer slam foley Stack it up, lock it in One job pays the rent, three more for the win They spinning their wheels, I'm building an asset Treat the whole life like a compounding habit. Stack it up, lock it in!
Outro
Missions complete. Stack the skills. Compound the time. I don't grind, I build the vault.
Inside the recording
Yeah, check the board. Missions active. Let's get it.
Stack the coins. Run the route. Burn the map. Figure it out.
Missions complete. Stack the skills. Compound the time.
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