Bring a Chainsaw

You wanna stop a mover?

Stop a builder?

Someone who don’t blink when the roof caves in?

You’re gonna need more than opinions and paperwork, my friend.

Woke up runnin’, no alarm, no snooze,

Chasin’ big wins, not just clickbait news.

Inbox full, got calls on deck,

But my mind’s on blueprints and breakin’ that check.

Steel toe hustle with a business mind,

Buildin’ up dreams that don’t come pre-designed.

Two phones buzzin’, one ear to the ground,

The other one tuned to the money sound.

Coffee black, pressure high,

I solve five fires before breakfast time.

Got a team on deck with duct tape hearts,

And a five-year plan scribbled on spare parts.

I ain't sleepin’, I'm schemin’, I’m wired tight,

Turn a parking lot into runway lights.

And if somethin' breaks, don’t call it a glitch —

I meant to break it. That’s how I pitch.

Ain’t no stoppin’ me at all,

You’ll need a sawed-off — or maybe a chainsaw.

I don’t stall, I don’t fade,

I reroute dreams when the plans misbehave.

Pressure builds, I just lean in more,

With spreadsheets deep and a hardware core.

If you wanna stand where the real ones brawl,

Then charge that chain, 'cause I still won’t stall.

Lead teams like I lead myself —

No breaks, no fluff, just built from stealth.

I catch typos in your contractor bids,

While balancin' costs like I got four kids.

Stack steel with a side of code,

Brain like a server, hands like a road.

Turn setbacks into stage lights,

Turn down days into up-all-nights.

I don’t pray for it. I lay floors for it.

I don’t manifest. I invoice and go for it.

They call me wild, call me bold,

But I'm still who they call when the storm gets cold.

Got that energy built from loss,

And a comeback soul that don't care the cost.

Throw dirt on my name, I turn it to clay —

And build a whole brand by the end of the day.

Ain’t no stoppin’ me at all,

You’ll need a backhoe — or maybe a wreckin’ ball.

I don’t blink, I don’t beg,

I just plant new roots when the ground gives way.

Doubt me? Cute. I’ve built from less,

Turned ramen nights into tailored vests.

I don’t pause, I don’t even crawl —

If you wanna stop me… better bring a chainsaw.

Try red tape. Try doubt. Try gossip.

Try cold calls, bad faith, even logic.

Try not believin’ — see how that ends.

But unless you got gas, torque, and a twenty-inch blade,

I’ll still be back Monday... with ten new plans made.

Ain’t no stoppin’ this train at all,

You’d need a lightning strike and a concrete wall.

I’m here to build, not ask permission,

From dust to skyline — that’s my vision.

From hustle to heart, from vision to grit,

If you doubt this crew, you ain’t built for it.

So sharpen your edge or don’t call at all...

'Cause stoppin' this grind?

That takes a damn chainsaw.

Bring noise. Bring shade.

Bring rules. Bring rage.

But if you ain’t bringin’ blades...

Then stay outta the way.