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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Open up the fridge
Cold air
Nada in the crib
Stomach talkin’ like it’s tryin’ to start a bid
Late fees
Red letters piled by the sink
Every envelope a threat
Every night we barely blink
Mama hid her stress
Told me “baby, you gon’ win”
I was outside chasin’ change
Prayin’ for a flip to spin
Writing plans on a crumpled little note from the light bill
Either break the cycle
Or this pressure might kill
[Chorus]
We was starvin’, now the money flooding (flooding)
From an empty fridge to the bag, we done it (yeah)
Bought my mama a Benz, she ain’t worry ‘bout nothin’
Still got a blick on me everywhere I’m comin’
Still got a blick on me everywhere I’m comin’
[Verse 2]
Same block, different view from the dash now
Same face, but the jacket got the tags now
Mama in the front seat laughin’, seat laid back
Same woman used to borrow just to keep the heat intact
Stacked bills turned to counted bands on the table
Took the pain, flipped the page, now the story sound fable
But it’s real life
Scars in the seams of the jeans
Got rich, never left all the things that I’ve seen
[low vocal register]
‘Cause the love stay pure but the world move funny
Ain’t about fear, it’s the price of this money
From the first loose dollar I swore I’d never go broke
But I still keep steel when I slide, that’s oath
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration1:50
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark triumphant trap bounce, sub-heavy low-end, sparse bell melody. Verses tight and aggressive with close-mic male vocals, ad-libs tucked wide. Chorus explodes with layered doubles and subtle choir pad underneath. Occasional filtered drops before beat slams back in, giving space for flex lines and emotional punches.
Credits
Prompt by
GhostMusic
GhostMusicModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap song about no food in the fridge. Bills stacked up. Now we’re up money flooding. Bought my mama a benz. Still got a blick on me everywhere I go
