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Lyrics
[Intro]
Hand-me-down hoodie
Dust on my shoes
Still counting blessings
Like I can’t lose (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Mama need light bill
Sis need rides
Boss want overtime
Dreams on the side
Pulling these doubles
Heart in the middle
Family on my back
Life on a swivel
They see the rust
They don’t see the grind
They see the bus stop
Never see the drive
Laugh at my pockets
Talk like I’m stuck
I laugh right with ’em
’Cause I know what’s up (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m richer than I look
Can’t fit this in a bank
Got love that never shook
Got hands that never sank
They count my things
I count my people
You can keep your throne
I got my equals
I’m richer than I look
Richer than I look
[Verse 2]
Card in the red
But my table full
Shared last plate
Just to keep us full
They flex chains
All plated and hollow
I pass plates
Make plans they can’t swallow
Pop like, “Help me”
Phone like, “Come through”
I’m torn in two
But I still come through
Tired eyes, tight fist
Still I rise, fight this
If love is the measure
I’m dumb rich
[Chorus]
I’m richer than I look
Can’t fit this in a bank
Got love that never shook
Got hands that never sank
They count my things
I count my people
You can keep your throne
I got my equals
I’m richer than I look
Richer than I look
[Bridge]
Yeah I’m broke on paper
But my soul paid up
Every hug, every favor
That’s real saved up
They say I ain’t much
’Cause I ain’t got stuff
But I die for mine
And that’s rich enough (that’s rich enough)
[Chorus]
I’m richer than I look
Can’t fit this in a bank
Got love that never shook
Got hands that never sank
They count my things
I count my people
You can keep your throne
I got my equals
I’m richer than I look
Richer than I look (oh)
Richer than I look
Details
GeneratedApr 12, 2026
Duration2:48
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid metal-rap with male vocals: chugging downtuned guitars over a grimy half-time trap groove, 90–100 BPM. Verses tight and percussive, double-time flow weaving between palm-muted riffs; hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and open chords. 808-style sub locked to the kick, occasional guitar harmonics and filtered screams for tension. Final chorus adds octave lead guitar and stacked ad-libs for a raw, anthemic finish., metal, rich
Credits
Prompt byHypnoticXylophone308
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Being torn mentally between helping family and making a life for yourself. Always being underestimated because you don’t have a lot of stuff but you still feel rich with your loved one’s, metal, rap
