

Prompt / Lyrics
I built this fucking empire on my own. Three minutes on the clock, yeah, the pressure’s getting high, I see the envy reflected in your motherfucking eye. Got the sub-bass rattling the windows of the block, The neighborhood is silent when I’m checking on my stock. Silk shirts, dirty money, yeah, the scent is on the breeze, I got these bitches begging, brought 'em down to their knees. I don't play by the rules, I just rewrite the book, Give 'em one cold stare, that’s all the soul I took. Heavy crown on my head, but I never feel the weight, I’m the monster you created, I’m the master of my fate. [Chorus: 0:45 - 1:05] Three minutes ten, that’s a lifetime in the street, Feel the rumble in the ground, feel the fire in the heat. Big mansion, big guns, and the bitches in the back, Once the bass hits the trunk, there’s no turning back. Yeah, we living large, we don't care about the price, In this game of gods, I’m the one who throws the dice. [Verse 2: 1:05 - 1:45] Marble floors in the kitchen where we cut the cake, Too many snakes in the grass, man, the garden’s a mistake. I keep the circle tight, keep the enemies afar, Smoking premium Cuban in the back of the car. You talk about the hustle, but you never seen the dirt, I’ve seen the way the metal makes a grown man hurt. Pockets overflowing, yeah, the bank is on speed dial, Winning every case, yeah, I’m laughing through the trial. Gold chains clinking, sounding like a symphony, There ain't a man alive who can take this shit from me. From the gutter to the penthouse, look at where I’m at, While you’re still in the basement, talking this and that. [Chorus: 1:45 - 2:05] Three minutes ten, that’s a lifetime in the street, Feel the rumble in the ground, feel the fire in the heat. Big mansion, big guns, and the bitches in the back, Once the bass hits the trunk, there’s no turning back. Yeah, we living large, we don't care about the price, In this game of gods, I’m the one who throws the dice. [Bridge: 2:05 - 2:35] (The beat strips back. Only the deep sub-bass and a haunting piano melody remain. The flow slows down, becoming more menacing.) Tick-tock, watch the clock, 190 seconds of power, The city is my playground, this is my finest hour. No mercy for the weak, no room for the fake, I’m taking everything, whatever there is to take. Bitches in the lobby, champagne on ice, I’ve sold my soul to the devil, and I’ve paid the fucking price. [Chorus: 2:35 - 2:55] Three minutes ten, that’s a lifetime in the street, Feel the rumble in the ground, feel the fire in the heat. Big mansion, big guns, and the bitches in the back, Once the bass hits the trunk, there’s no turning back. Yeah, we living large, we don't care about the price, In this game of gods, I’m the one who throws the dice
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Deep, distorted sub-bass kicks in. Sounds of a heavy engine. A low, gravelly voice whisper, rap, hip hop
2:42
No
1/13/2026