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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)
Details
GeneratedMar 9, 2026
Duration2:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
ChazzTheSpazz
ChazzTheSpazzModelAria v5
Prompt
I need a motivational song for my sales job. I haven’t made a sale in a couple months. My wife gave birth to my son 2 months ago. I need to make some money!, rap male vocals
