[Intro – spoken]
Yeah…
it ain’t luck, man…
it’s putting in work…
when nobody’s watching.

[Verse 1]
Started from nothing, no guide, no connections,
head full of dreams, pockets full of tension.
They said “you won’t make it”, “you won’t go far”,
but I kept it quiet… kept raising the bar.

Day after day, no lights, no fame,
while they kept talking… I stayed in the game.
It ain’t magic or luck, it’s the grind in my veins,
fall down a thousand… get up again.

[Pre-Chorus]
No shortcuts, no lies, no easy way out,
if you really want it… you gotta go all out.

[Chorus]
You gotta put in work, put in work every day,
even when it’s dark, even when there’s no way.
Step by step, no illusions to chase,
what you dream becomes real… with discipline and faith.

Put in work, put in work silently,
those who grind for real… rise eventually.
It ain’t overnight, it ain’t luck or fate,
it’s consistency… that makes you great.

[Verse 2]
While one is resting, another’s on the move,
that’s the difference… what you choose to prove.
Ready for the hits, for the bad times too,
if you want it for real… you push it through.

It’s not just talent, it’s focus and mind,
staying up late when others unwind.
Respect ain’t given, it’s earned in the fight,
every step forward… even when it’s slight.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t believe in shining out of nowhere,
every heavy win… comes from wear and tear.

[Chorus – bigger]
You gotta put in work, put in work every day,
even when it’s dark, even when there’s no way.
Step by step, no illusions to chase,
what you dream becomes real… with discipline and faith.

[Bridge – raw]
If you fall… get up, don’t quit,
those who stop lose, those who push commit.
Let them talk, let them doubt, let them hate,
you stay focused… and create your fate.

[Final Chorus – explosive]
PUT IN WORK, PUT IN WORK EVERY DAY!
DREAMS ARE BUILT WITH DISCIPLINE AND PAIN!
STEP BY STEP, NO ILLUSION TO FAKE!
IF YOU DON’T QUIT… YOU’LL MAKE YOUR WAY!

[Outro – spoken]
It ain’t luck…
it’s consistency. 🔥

ESPAÑOL

[Intro]
[crowd cheering, rhythmic clapping]
[staccato brass stabs, distorted electric guitar riff]
¡Hey!

[Verse 1]
[bass and drums enter, palm-muted guitar]
No es suerte, wacho
Es meterle
Cuando nadie te ve
[full band hit, brass flourish]

[Verse 2]
Arranc de abajo sin manual ni contacto
Con la cabeza llena y el bolsillo en abstracto
Me dijeron no da, que no iba a llegar
Pero yo en silencio
Me puse a laburar

[Pre-Chorus]
Da tras da, sin cmara, sin ruido
Mientras otros hablaban, yo segua metido
No es magia ni suerte, constancia en la vena
Es caerte mil veces y volver a la escena
No hay atajo, no hay verso, no hay chamuyo que valga
Si quer algo posta hay que bancarse la carga

[Chorus]
[driving drums, bright brass section]
Hay que meterle, meterle todos los das
Aunque no veas nada, aunque cueste la vida
Paso a paso firme, sin fantasa
Lo que soas se hace con disciplina
Meterle, meterle sin hacer ruido
Que el que labura en serio termina arriba
No es de un da, no es de suerte
El destino es constancia pura
Marcando el camino

[Verse 3]
[rhythmic guitar scratching]
S
Mientras uno descansa, otro ya est en la cancha
La diferencia es esa, aunque duela y no alcance
Preparado pal' golpe, pa' la mala tambin
Porque el que quiere posta se la banca bien
No es talento noms, es cabeza y enfoque
Quedarte hasta tarde cuando nadie te toque
Respeto no viene, se gana en la jugada
Con cada intento firme aunque no salga nada
No te comas el cuento de brillar de la nada
Todo logro pesado tiene espalda curtida y laburada

[Chorus]
[full energy, distorted guitar chords]
Hay que meterle, meterle todos los das
Aunque no veas nada, aunque cueste la vida
Paso a paso firme, sin fantasa
Lo que soas se hace con disciplina
Meterle, meterle sin hacer ruido
Que el que labura en serio termina arriba
No es de un da, no es de suerte
El destino es constancia pura
Marcando el camino

[Bridge]
[half-time feel, bass-driven groove]
Che, si te cas levantate, no hay drama
El que abandona pierde, el que insiste la gana
Que hablen, que miren, que tiren pa' abajo
Vos segu firme haciendo tu trabajo

[Outro]
[tempo accelerates, brass stabs]
Meterle, meterle todos los das!
Que el sueo se hace con sangre y disciplina
Paso a paso firme, sin fantasa
El que no afloja termina arriba
No es suerte!
Es constancia, wacho
[final drum fill, sustained guitar feedback, crowd cheering]