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Bleed The Beat
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Bleed The Beat was released on May 30, 2025 by Purgatorio Studio as a part of the album Rhythms Against Nature
ReleasedMay 30, 2025
LabelPurgatorio Studio
LanguageEnglish
BPM99
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Wake up, get mine, that’s the only way I eat
Clock hands turnin’, but I never face defeat
Dreams on the dash, hands grippin’ the heat
I don’t pray for luck — I bleed in the beat
[Verse 1]
I came from the bottom like a roach in the crack,
Now I ride clean, gold spokes on the Lac
Talkin’ that game like a certified vet
Young fools flex, but they deep in debt
Got a phone full of numbers, not one for free
And a mind full of plans that they can't unsee
I don’t chase fame — I just chase that bag
Too real for the 'Gram, too sharp to lag
Raised on corners, where the slang gets slick
Grew up fast with a hustler’s tick
I’m the man in the mirror with the coldest stare
You either work all night or you disappear
[Hook – 2x]
Wake up, get mine, that’s the only way I eat
Clock hands turnin’, but I never face defeat
Dreams on the dash, hands grippin’ the heat
I don’t pray for luck — I bleed in the beat
[Verse 2]
Talk slick like I walk it, no cappin’ involved
Got a problem? I solve it — with my hustle evolved
From the cutlass to the Caddy, it’s a long-type ride
Where the real ones fade and the fake ones slide
Say she love a player with a clean routine
Gold chain hangin’ like a money machine
I ain’t got time for the slow debate
If you broke by noon, then you woke too late
I was stackin’ coins when they clowned my name
Now I laugh to the bank — ain't a damn thing changed
This that old-school slap, with a brand-new script
Where the weak tap out and the bosses equip
[Hook – 2x]
Wake up, get mine, that’s the only way I eat
Clock hands turnin’, but I never face defeat
Dreams on the dash, hands grippin’ the heat
I don’t pray for luck — I bleed in the beat
[Bridge]
Yeah — don’t let ‘em sell you nothin’ soft
You want it? Go get it.
Get up, get out, and get that grip
Stack it, flip it, and stay legit.
‘Cause broke ain't a vibe, and lazy ain't cool.
Real hustlers don’t sleep — they just refuel.
[Verse 3 – Final Game Verse]
Back in the day, they ain’t give no breaks
Now they ask how I’m eatin’ off a plate I made
From the streets to the suite, it’s a mental shift
Still got love for the soil, but I move with gift
Taught young bloods how to read that game
Keep your mouth shut and respect your name
Too Short said it — don't fight the facts
“Get in where you fit in,” and never look back
[Hook – Outro, 2x]
Wake up, get mine, that’s the only way I eat
Clock hands turnin’, but I never face defeat
Dreams on the dash, hands grippin’ the heat
I don’t pray for luck — I bleed in the beat
Written by: Punch Clock

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