Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Backache, hungry Angry, ugly Eta ticking Y’all just comfy (yeah) [Verse 1] I’m that paperless soldier Stress on my shoulders Still fold a rapper in half Call it origami closure You in love with that heartbreak Posting poems like it’s art day I’m in love with the rent date And the landlord in my call log all day Diss that romantic fiction Cupid got bad aim, misprediction You text paragraphs, contradictions I text “seen” then I handle my business Legendary? I’m that word in the dictionary Right next “grind till the grave” You that typo next to “temporary” Hakuna Matata? Cool phrase till the bills come knocking Lion King dreams on a cracked screen Stomach on silent but it’s really talking We grew up on that circle of life But the circle I know is late night shifts Swipe that card, chip declines Hit decline on your love-type scripts [Chorus] I ain’t got time for that romantic shit (nah) I’m tryna get rich, not hugged and kissed (yeah) Lion King kids turned broke and pissed Hakuna Matata, that logic a myth I’m exhausted, still I walk like a threat Hungry and angry, I ain’t eat yet Backache, backpack, load of regret But I’m next up, place your bets (place your bets) [Verse 2] You write love songs, I write deadlines You chase red hearts, I chase red lines Overdraft letters in my mailbox Got more stamps than your text replies Generation raised on that Disney But reality hit like a frisbee Face first, concrete, chipped teeth Now you wanna preach about “miss me” I’m Midwest, where the wind cut ribs Talk slick, get chin-checked quick You rehearse feelings for your lil’ clips I rehearse alibis, tryna dodge that bid You say “she my queen,” that’s cute I say “feed my team, then shoot” Metaphorically, of course But the hunger real deep in the roots Diss rap? This a discipline Any rapper in my path, I’m injuring They career arc look shimmering Then flatline when the verse start entering I’m eta on the way to the spot GPS set to the top You stuck in the backseat, love-struck Playlist soft like props [Chorus] I ain’t got time for that romantic shit (uh-uh) I’m tryna get rich, not hugged and kissed (yeah) Lion King kids turned broke and pissed Hakuna Matata, that logic a myth I’m exhausted, still I walk like a threat Hungry and angry, I ain’t eat yet Backache, backpack, load of regret But I’m next up, place your bets (hey) [Bridge] [Beat drops to bass and hi-hat] All that “forever” talk? Man, forever is rent due monthly You in lust with the idea of trust I’m in love with the grind that’s ugly Hakuna Matata on T-shirts Meanwhile, my people do research How to flip pain into product Turn every setback into reimburse (yeah) [Chorus] I ain’t got time for that romantic shit I’m tryna get rich, not hugged and kissed Lion King kids turned broke and pissed Hakuna Matata, that logic a myth I’m exhausted, still I walk like a threat (walk like a threat) Hungry and angry, I ain’t eat yet (I ain’t eat yet) Backache, backpack, load of regret But I’m next up, place your bets (place your bets, huh) [Outro] Paperless soldier Heart got colder Love songs over War time, shoulder to shoulder (yeah)
Tags
rap, Aggressive Midwest hardcore hip hop beat, crunchy drums over dark swung sample chops; male vocals sit upfront and raw. Verses double-timed in pockets, ad-libs panned wide. Hook drops into a heavier 808 and detuned synth bass, chant-style backing. Short filtered breakdown in the bridge, then final chorus hits with stacked shouts and clipped tape-stop ending., male vocals, hardcore hip hop, romantic, hip hop
Duration
3:30
Instrumental
No
Created
4/1/2026