FEDRL - Quick Win

Описание: FEDRL – Quick Win | Official Rap Track

No glam, no luck—just the grind of temptation.
Quick Win is FEDRL’s raw dive into gambling, obsession, and the high-stakes battle with control. From chasing fleeting victories to wrestling with urges that feel bigger than life, this track exposes the invisible struggles of addiction with honesty and sharp lyricism.

Hard-hitting bars, tense rhythms, and unflinching storytelling — FEDRL puts the listener inside the mind of someone trapped between hope and compulsion.

🎤 Unfiltered verses, personal stakes
🎰 Gambling, obsession, and the cost of “just one more”
🔥 The struggle for control, the lure of quick wins

Feel the tension, understand the fight, and witness the human cost behind the roll of the dice.

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Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I don’t roll dice for a Rollie or chain shine,
I press buttons, stress buttons, same grind
Small stakes, big weight on my mindset,
Tryna outsmart fate with a time bet

Odds stacked like my inbox, unread,
“Just one hit” — that’s a lie I been fed
I don’t chase luck, I interrogate chance,
Like if I crack the code I can advance

I know the numbers, decimals, math speak,
Same way I know effort don’t guarantee
Still I click, quick fix, quick spark,
Tryna light a match in a pitch-dark heart

Control freak, but control is a trick,
When the wheel only spins if you throw it a brick
I ain’t broke on paper, just fractured inside,
Trying to buy back a pulse with a fraction of time

[Hook]

I don’t gamble to get rich, I gamble to feel
Like I’m gripping the wheel in a scripted ordeal
Quick win — just to breathe, just to blink,
In a life where patience feels like drowning in ink

Quick win — yeah I know what it costs,
But hope hits harder when you already lost
I don’t bet on money, I bet on relief,
One second of control in a permanent leash

[Verse 2]
Same muscle as work, different uniform,
Clock in faith, clock out deformed
They sell dreams like stocks that climb,
Then crash your spine with overtime

Always “maybe next year”, “maybe next screen”,
Corporate lotto, same slot machine
Pull the lever with hours, pray for a raise,
Different casino, identical plays

Self-hate talk when I fold too fast,
Self-love whisper when I skip a pass
Discipline feel like holding your breath,
Too long underwater, flirting with death

I don’t lose houses, I don’t lose whips,
I lose focus, fragments, parts of my grip
That’s how addiction hides in plain sight,
When it looks like restraint and a reasonable life

[Hook]

I don’t gamble to get rich, I gamble to feel
Like I’m gripping the wheel in a scripted ordeal
Quick win — just to breathe, just to blink,
In a life where patience feels like drowning in ink

Quick win — yeah I know what it costs,
But hope hits harder when you already lost
I don’t bet on money, I bet on relief,
One second of control in a permanent leash

[Bridge]
I don’t need jackpots, I need proof
That the rules still bend for the disciplined youth
That doing it “right” don’t mean doing it numb,
That effort still echoes when luck goes dumb

Awareness don’t cure it, but cuts it clean,
I see the loop now — that’s the in-between
Knowing the trap don’t unlock the gate,
But it keeps me awake when I negotiate

[Verse 3]
I argue with myself like it’s trial and appeal,
Prosecution is urge, defense is will
One says “just once”, one says “don’t”,
Both sound identical when the room goes cold

I ain’t a criminal, I ain’t a saint,
Just a man fighting static in his brain
If control’s an illusion, fine, I admit,
But I choose my poison, I don’t let it pick

Writing this verse is the real stake,
Betting my image on being opaque
If I lose, I lose clean, no disguise,
Putting flaws on wax, no alibis

[Final Hook / Outro]

I don’t gamble to get rich — get it straight,
I gamble when silence gets too heavyweight
Quick win — just to feel intact,
In a world where effort don’t equal back

Quick win — I won’t glorify the fight,
But I won’t lie about the hunger at night
If I win anything, let it be this:
Knowing my weakness — and still resisting it