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Rent due in three days
Fridge empty, lights about to cut off
When survival meets desperation
This is quick cash...
Panic in my pocket, wallet looking anorexic
Hectic lifestyle got me moving diabetic
Pathetic how the system got us begging for a break
Fake smiles at job interviews, whatever it takes
Stakes are high, bills pile up like autumn leaves
Sleeves rolled up, hustle hard, wear my heart on my sleeves
Believe me when i tell you that i'm running out of time
Crime looking tempting when you're down to your last dime
I need that quick cash, quick cash
Bills won't wait, they want it fast, want it fast
Survival mode, I'm moving quick
When you're broke, time makes you sick, makes you sick
Quick cash, quick cash, that's all i need
Plant the money tree from a desperate seed
Survival first, morals second place
Quick cash, quick cash, at a frantic pace, frantic pace
Capitalist nightmare when your paycheck disappears
Tears mixed with sweat, debt collecting all my fears
Years of education but they want experience first
Cursed by the cycle, survival of the worst
Burst into the gig economy, driving for pennies
Many working three jobs just to pay the rent, please
Seize every opportunity, community forgotten
Rotten system got us all feeling so downtrodden
I need that quick cash, quick cash
Bills won't wait, they want it fast, want it fast
Survival mode, i'm moving quick
When you're broke, time makes you sick, makes you sick
Quick cash, quick cash, that's all i need
Plant the money tree from a desperate seed
Survival first, morals second place
Quick cash, quick cash, at a frantic pace, frantic pace
Two jobs, side hustle, selling everything i own
Plasma donation, odd jobs, picking up the phone
For any opportunity that pays
Door dash in the morning, uber nights
Freelance writing, fixing bikes
Whatever keeps the lights on
Whatever keeps me strong
This ain't living, this is just surviving
But i'm still here, i'm still trying
Determined to escape this monetary prison
Listen to the wisdom of the streets when nothing's given
Living check to check but the checks ain't coming
Running out of options, stomach always rumbling
Fumbling with coins, counting change like it's treasure
Pressure makes diamonds, but it's hard to measure
Pleasure when you're grinding just to pay the basic bills
Skills don't matter when the landlord wants to kill
Every dollar earned with dignity
Every hustle building my legacy
Quick cash now, but long-term vision
Survival mode is just a transition
From broke to broke-through
Quick cash until my dreams come true
This is just the beginning
Quick cash, but my soul's still winning