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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Started at the bottom of the map
Now we talk in totals
Count that up
[Verse 1]
Couch sleep
Fridge empty, stomach loud
Now I’m in the backseat
Thumbing through a small crowd
All gas
I ain’t tapping on the brakes
Turned every little loss
To a new raise in the stakes
Concrete kid
Grew up round chalk lines
Now I’m drawing up checks
On my own time
Pockets used to echo
Now they talk back
Rubber bands snapping
Every time I stack
[Chorus]
I came from nothing, turned dirt to diamonds (yeah)
Get to the money, I’m locked, I’m locked in
Never gon’ fold, I stay solid, silent
Count up the bread like a West coast tyrant
I came from nothing, turned dirt to diamonds
Get to the money, I’m locked, I’m locked in
Never gon’ fold, I stay solid, silent
Count up the bread, I’m a hustler, giant
[Verse 2]
Talk slick?
Better keep that off my name
Any little side look
We can straighten out the frame
Stand on what I say
I don’t bend, I don’t sway
You can feel it in the room
When I step, whole wave
Big moves
Every play for the fam
Turn a side hustle
To a whole new brand
Brown bag days
Now it’s wired by noon
Still count it by hand
In the back of the room (yeah)
Mind on the millions
Heart on the ones
Eye for disrespect
I ain’t sparing me none
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
From the floor to the loft
Same code, same cloth (same cloth)
If you wasn’t in the drought
You ain’t with me at the top (nope)
All that talk from the side?
Let it die where it drop
’Cause I’ll check who I need
But my focus on the guap (on the guap)
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 8, 2026
Duration1:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Bouncy West Coast slap with rubbery bass, syncopated claps, and bright, detuned synth leads. Male vocals ride a confident pocket; verses spit double-time pockets over swung drums. Hook widens with stacked gang vocals, shout-along ad-libs, and filtered talkbox accents. Occasional riser sweeps and dropouts before the hook keep the energy high and club-ready., hip-hop, gangster rap
Credits
Prompt by
BugzieThePlug
BugzieThePlugModelAria v5
Prompt
Up beat gangster rap about making it from nothing, get to the money and never fold, staying solid and take any disrespect from anyone. Counting up bread like a hustler, rap hip-hop
West coast vibes
