Lyrics
[Verse]
Cactus thorns in my palm, call it life’s handshake,
Sweat stains my shirt, dreams baked in the sun’s ache.
Family’s the fuel, grind harder than a stone,
Bones brittle, still chisel—built this on my own.
Sandstorms whisper secrets, I keep ‘em locked tight,
Turn dirt into dollars, make the barren feel right.
Hustle ain’t a choice, it’s the blood in my veins,
Desert don’t forgive, only respects the pain.
[Chorus]
Arizona badass, hands to the bone,
Grow my own weed, yeah, crops fully grown.
Desert moonshine dripping, glass full of gold,
This is how we thrive where the nights get cold.
[Verse 2]
Coyote howls sync with the bass in my chest,
Sippin’ on survival, I’m a self-made guest.
Scratched-up boots kickin’ dust on the trail,
Chasing that freedom, never leave a paper trail.
Scorpions crawl where my money stacks hide,
Every move’s calculated, every risk’s a high tide.
I don’t need no favors, just the grind and the sun,
Shadow of a saguaro, me and my loaded gun.
[Chorus]
Arizona badass, hands to the bone,
Grow my own weed, yeah, crops fully grown.
Desert moonshine dripping, glass full of gold,
This is how we thrive where the nights get cold.
Style
rapgrittybass-heavytrapatmospheric with rattling hi-hats and a deep 808 groove. add eerie desert wind effects for texture. male vocals.
Prompt
Arizona badass working my hands to the bone to keep the family fed grow my own weed and make that desert moonshine, rap, trap
Credits
Prompt byRubbingWoodAZ
GeneratedJul 16, 2025
ModelAria v4
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