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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)
Details
GeneratedApr 1, 2026
Duration3:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
FaustoCosta
FaustoCostaModelAria v5
Prompt
Diss
Romantic shit
Precautions
Legendary
Hakuna Matata
Lion King
Generation
Soldier
Paperless
Exhausted
Backache
Hungry
Angry
ETA
Hard rap, dissing rap, male voice, Eminem style, 4 minutes audio
