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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
Details
GeneratedSep 26, 2025
Duration3:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt bySilly_Goose
ModelAria v4
Prompt
rap about working and being a father hardcore, strong, raw; driven by a thumping 808 kick, rap, distorted basslines, and sharp hi-hats; male vocals with an aggressive delivery, soft, gritty
