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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Scale tips heavy I’m chasing that bread
No sleep no dreams just a haze in my head
Clouds roll thick from the blunt I lit
Hands smell like resin money dirt and grit
Life’s a gamble I’m rolling the dice
Every move a hustle ain’t nothing nice
Pocket full of pills like a pharmacy run
In the shadows of the city under no man’s sun
[Chorus]
High stakes hustle living on the edge
One wrong step I’m falling off the ledge
Smoke in my lungs fire in my veins
Chasing that paper through the cold hard rain
[Verse 2]
Back alley whispers deals in the night
Every handshake a risk every glance a fight
Scales don’t lie but the game always cheats
Where the price of survival is the blood on the streets
Rolling up green to drown out the noise
Broken man’s anthem lost boys with toys
But the weight of the hustle keeps pressing me down
Still I rise like the smoke that’s circling around
[Bridge]
What’s the cost of the life that I’m buying
Fame and fortune or a mother’s crying
Chain around my neck but I’m locked in chains
Freedom feels distant through the ash and flames
Details
GeneratedNov 19, 2025
Duration1:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty, rap, male vocals, dark beats, pop, heavy bass
Credits
Prompt byknippy25
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap, black man, popping pills, smoking weed, dealing drugs and scales
