

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse] Hands calloused, soul scarred, grind like a millstone Bills stacked high, dreams buried in the dial tone Little eyes watching, my shadow they clone Pressure on my chest, it’s granite, not bone Two jobs deep, still chasing that throne World on my shoulders, it’s breaking the zone Sweat turns to diamonds, struggle carves the tone Legacy to build, even when I’m alone [Chorus] Workin’, fightin’, bread for the table Spinnin’ these plates, tryna keep ‘em stable Grind don’t stop, even when I’m unable Father first, yeah, that’s my label [Verse 2] Alarm clock strikes, war drums in my ear Lace the boots up, no time for fear Pockets stay light, but the vision stay clear Hunger in my gut, keeps the wolves near Tuck the little ones in, kiss ‘em goodnight Then back to the hustle, moonlight fights No cape, no tights, but I’m savin’ lives Breakin’ bread with the sweat I provide [Chorus] Workin’, fightin’, bread for the table Spinnin’ these plates, tryna keep ‘em stable Grind don’t stop, even when I’m unable Father first, yeah, that’s my label
Tags
distorted basslines, driven by a thumping 808 kick, soft, hardcore, male vocals, gritty, aggressive, strong, sharp hi-hats; male vocals with an aggressive delivery, rap, raw
3:07
No
9/26/2025