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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Run it up
No sleep, no peace
[Verse 1]
Redline humming when we pull through the block
Whole crew moving, every eye on the clock
War talk heavy but I’m counting the cost
Built this from a basement, never begged for a boss
White dust rumors in the back of the ride
Bad decisions and a devil-may-care pride
She said, “You’re trouble,” I said, “Tell me something new”
Cash in the duffel, but the debt comes due
[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody wants a piece of the flame
Everybody screams when they hear my name
We came from nothing, now the room goes cold
One wrong move and the whole plan folds
[Chorus]
Money, war, sex, drugs, let the bassline hit
Whole damn city on a powder-keg trip
Fuck fake love, we were raised in the grit
If the night wants blood, then we’re built for it
Money, war, sex, drugs, hear the sirens call
Stack it to the ceiling while the empires fall
No clean hands in this life we chose
Turn the speakers up till the pressure blows
[Verse 2]
Black boots stepping, no fear in the face
Gold teeth flashing while we hustle for space
Cocaine dreams got a price on the soul
Every fast dollar takes a piece of control
She wants champagne, I want silence and time
She pulls me closer while I’m crossing the line
I know the danger, still I answer the phone
You can’t call it love when the fear’s fully grown
[Build]
Hands up, heads down
Bass shakes this ghost town
One spark, lights out
We don’t know how to back down
[Drop]
Run it, run it, run it
Bass in the chest, no warning
Fuck what they said, keep storming
Whole floor jumping till morning
[Verse 3]
No heroes here, just survivors and scars
Long nights plotting underneath broken stars
Every crew got a secret they bury below
Every king gets replaced when the numbers don’t show
I’ve seen friends turn cold for a slice of the pie
Seen a lover pack a bag and refuse to say why
So I toast to the ones who got lost in the smoke
And I spit every truth that the rich never spoke
[Chorus]
Money, war, sex, drugs, let the bassline hit
Whole damn city on a powder-keg trip
Fuck fake love, we were raised in the grit
If the night wants blood, then we’re built for it
Money, war, sex, drugs, hear the sirens call
Stack it to the ceiling while the empires fall
No clean hands in this life we chose
Turn the speakers up till the pressure blows
[Bridge]
I don’t need a crown, I need a way out
I don’t need your trust, I know what doubt’s about
If tomorrow comes, let it find me awake
Still carrying the weight of every choice I make
[Final Drop]
Money, war, sex, drugs
No peace, no pause, no love
Money, war, sex, drugs
Turn it up, let the whole place erupt
[Outro]
Yeah
No clean hands
No easy way
Bass still knocking when the lights fade
Details
GeneratedSep 5, 2026
Duration3:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Aggressive bass EDM trap-rap, 145 BPM feel, distorted 808 sub drops, metallic synth stabs, punchy halftime drums, rapid hi-hat rolls, tense minor-key verses, explosive festival chorus, gritty male rap vocal, shouted ad-libs, tight modern compression, dark club mix with controlled low end
Credits
Prompt byogo33
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A explicit song about gangs war money cocain sex drugs a bass edm rap song with swearing
