Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was down in the mud, had holes in my shoes
Now I walk in the room and the whole room move
Mama held me down when the rent came due
I learned how to stretch one plate to two
Cold nights, empty fridge, still I stayed on track
Now I see that old block when I look right back
Used to count loose change, now I count big stacks
Still got that same heart, but the chain changed facts
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't chase no pretty face
I chase that paper, same old race
She want smoke, I want the safe
Baby on the way, I need space
[Chorus]
From dirt to gold, dirt to gold
Watch me turn pain to gold
From broke to rich, I told you so
Hands on the bread, let it grow
From dirt to gold, dirt to gold
I keep my eyes on the gold
All that talk, it come and go
Money first, that's all I know
[Verse 2]
Baby on the way, I been stocking the crib
Little tiny kicks and I’m praying for this
Need a bigger plan, need a bigger zip
Need a bigger house when the night gets dim
I don't trust distractions, they fade too fast
Too many smiles that don't wanna last
She like the shine, I like the cash
I built this slow, I ain't built to crash
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't chase no pretty face
I chase that paper, same old race
She want smoke, I want the safe
Baby on the way, I need space
[Chorus]
From dirt to gold, dirt to gold
Watch me turn pain to gold
From broke to rich, I told you so
Hands on the bread, let it grow
From dirt to gold, dirt to gold
I keep my eyes on the gold
All that talk, it come and go
Money first, that's all I know
[Bridge]
Bow of the violin, let it cry
Bass line walking, I don't lie
I been hungry, now I’m wise
Got a new life in my eyes
For the child, for the crib
For the dreams I had to live
I don't fold, I don't bend
I just level up again
[Chorus]
From dirt to gold, dirt to gold
Watch me turn pain to gold
From broke to rich, I told you so
Hands on the bread, let it grow
From dirt to gold, dirt to gold
I keep my eyes on the gold
All that talk, it come and go
Money first, that's all I know
Style
trap rap with a chilled half-time bounce and airy melodic trap rhythm; verse rides sparse kicksoft snareand plucked low stringspre-chorus strips to bass guitar pulse and bowed violin lineschorus opens with layered ad-libs and a lifted hook. male vocals with close-mic versesdoubled chorusesand delay throws on end words. reverse swellsvinyl dustand a filtered violin rise into each hook. glossy but moody mixdeep low end and wide haloed highs.raprichviolinenglish
Prompt
male, rap, trap, chill, ethereal. From broke to rich, from dirt to gold. All girls don’t care about you. Only focus on money. Baby on the way soon. Violin and bass guitar vibe
Credits
Prompt by
DoLoPo
DoLoPoGeneratedApr 25, 2026
ModelZona