Lyrics
[Verse]
Money growin' tall, skyscraper ambitions
Hands dirty, palms itch, countin' commission
On the block, where the shadows play positions
Street choir hummin', cash in repetition
Pills in the backpack, whispers in the alleys
Fiends do the moonwalk, dancin' through valleys
Cold nights, heart froze, pockets got calories
Risk every breath, stack chips like galleries
[Ad Libs: "Yeah!" "Uh-huh!" "Let's get it!"]
[Chorus]
Pushin' weight, flip the plate, double up, no debate
Dark streets, cash speaks, watch 'em fold, no escape
Pushin' weight, double up, countin' stacks, feelin' great
Pushin' weight, yeah, pushin' weight
[Ad Libs: "Money!" "Stacks!" "Heavy!"]
[Verse 2]
From the curbside sermons to the penthouse gospel
Tales of the hustle, survival colossal
Fiends in the lineup, orchestra hostile
Chasin' every dollar, life’s a spinning fossil
Style
rapgritty texturemale vocalsminimal melodytoneheavy bass-drivendark
Prompt
A dark tone rap song with heavy bass and also ad lib but in the song talk about selling drugs and making money
Credits
Prompt byEpicImproviser347
GeneratedDec 12, 2025
ModelAria v5
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