Lyrics
[Verse]
Seven deep in a crib, no room to roam,
Mattress on the floor, we made it a throne.
Pots click on stoves, ramen ruled the feast,
Spices flipped treasures, chef from the streets.
[Verse 2]
Hood symphony, lullabies from the block,
Neighbors arguing, church bells that knock.
Moms stretched dollars, a magician with skills,
Turned water into meals, bent time with bills.
[Chorus]
Ramen riches, broke but we lived,
Butter packs and noodles, love never hid.
From the bottom up, we cooked our dream,
In a bowl of struggle, life still beamed.
[Verse 3]
Shoes too small but hustle too big,
Patchwork clothes, stitched life to dig.
Absent pops but the family stood tall,
We broke a lot of bread though we had none at all.
[Bridge]
Lessons from scarcity, grit in our veins,
Rain from the roof sounded freedom in chains.
Copper pennies prayed into nickels and dimes,
Broke the locks of famine, fed hope with rhymes.
[Verse 4]
Streetlights painted shadows on our plight,
Pakced dreams in verses, chased through the night.
No more ramen, but I taste it in my grind,
Hunger from the hood still sharp as time.
Style
rapraw beatsmale vocalship hopgritty
Prompt
Rap hip hop song about my life in a big family and growing up poor and eating ramen in the hood, rap
Credits
Prompt by
Yungginnprodiggy
YungginnprodiggyGeneratedMay 6, 2025
ModelAria v4
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