Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Alarm on five Same shirt, same tie Stacked bills on the table Baby bottle by my side (yeah) [Verse 1] Two months, not a single deal Smiling through the quiet feels unreal Manager saying, “Man, you better grind” Wife saying, “Babe, we’re gonna be fine” Tiny socks hanging on the chair Little crib humming in the spare room air Heard my boy cry through the door last night Swore on that sound I’ma get this right [Chorus] I’m a quota killer, I don’t stay down Phone to my ear till the sun leaves town Do it for my baby, do it for my queen Turn this dry spell to a winning streak I’m a quota killer, watch me reload Hit one, hit two, then overload Fear in my chest, but I still push through ’Cause somebody’s dad needs a win, that’s true (yeah) [Verse 2] Whole crew laughing in the breakroom chat They don’t see the weight sitting on my back Credit card crying every time we swipe Still I lace shoes, still I chase life Scripts in my hand, heart in my throat Rehearse that close on the drive to the office Every “no thanks” stinging like frost But I’m stacking each loss till the line gets crossed [Chorus] I’m a quota killer, I don’t stay down Phone to my ear till the sun leaves town Do it for my baby, do it for my queen Turn this dry spell to a winning streak I’m a quota killer, watch me reload Hit one, hit two, then overload Fear in my chest, but I still push through ’Cause somebody’s dad needs a win, that’s true (let’s go) [Bridge] One more call when I feel worn out One more “hi” when I just want out Every closed door is a step to the one Where I ring that bell, send a pic to my son (cheese!) Picture me walking through the front door proud Diapers stocked up, lights stay on Wife in my arms, say, “We made it this far” Then tomorrow I’m back, aiming higher than the stars [Chorus] I’m a quota killer, I don’t stay down Phone to my ear till the sun leaves town Do it for my baby, do it for my queen Turn this dry spell to a winning streak I’m a quota killer, watch me reload Hit one, hit two, then overload Fear in my chest, but I still push through ’Cause somebody’s dad needs a win, that’s you (yeah)
Tags
rap, Triumphant East Coast–meets-trap rap beat; sparse piano and filtered drums in verses, then full, hard-hitting 808s and bright brass stabs in the hook. Male vocals with an underdog grit; subtle choir-style backing on choruses for uplift. Second half adds hyped ad-libs and extra percussion for a final push in energy., motivational, male vocals
Duration
2:51
Instrumental
No
Created
3/9/2026