Lyrics
[Intro]
Back to the wall
Hands in my face
Heart on my sleeve
Hope out of place (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I got bills on my back
Got my past on my neck
Every text from the landlord feel like a threat
Mama say “pray” but the rent want checks
Money talk loud
I ain’t heard it yet
Old friends turned ghost when the well ran dry
Now they pop in my DMs when they see me try
“Bro
You up?”—you ain’t there when I cry
Just there for a pic when you think I’ll fly
[Pre-Chorus]
Every dream got a price
Every price got a scar
Every win feel small when the wounds this large
They shooting down hope
They calling it “care”
All these quiet killers in the way they stare (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m just fighting with the beat and my demons in the dark
Money on my mind
Empty pockets
Heavy heart
Friends taking shots
But they aiming from afar
Surrounded by killers of faith
Tearing me apart
I’m just riding on the beat
Tryna outrun all the pain
Counting every dollar like it’s dripping out my veins
If I fall now
They gon’ celebrate the drop
So I keep my head low
Praying struggle gonna stop (stop, stop)
[Verse 2]
I’ve been up three nights
Hearing doubt in my head
Every “you won’t make it” replayed in my bed
Scrolling through the fake love
Likes then they leave
They don’t see the cold nights
They just see the feed
I’ve been ducking bad habits like stray gunfire
Every shot to my name come from someone I admired
They smile in my face
Then they carve my back
Killers in a handshake
Dressed up in “relax”
[Pre-Chorus]
Every laugh got an edge
Every hug feel staged
Every open door slam when I’m halfway in the frame
They offering advice like a loaded glass
Take one sip
Watch my future crash
[Chorus]
I’m just fighting with the beat and my demons in the dark
Money on my mind
Empty pockets
Heavy heart
Friends taking shots
But they aiming from afar
Surrounded by killers of faith
Tearing me apart
I’m just riding on the beat
Tryna outrun all the pain
Counting every dollar like it’s dripping out my veins
If I fall now
They gon’ celebrate the drop
So I keep my head low
Praying struggle gonna stop (yeah)
[Bridge]
Who do you trust when the trust gone thin?
When the hand that you hold used to hope you’d sink
When the ones you’d die for load up their sins
And fire off shots with a casual grin (woah)
[Chorus]
I’m just fighting with the beat and my demons in the dark
Money on my mind
Empty pockets
Heavy heart
Friends taking shots
But they aiming from afar
Surrounded by killers of faith
Tearing me apart
I’m just riding on the beat
Tryna outrun all the pain
Counting every dollar like it’s dripping out my veins
If I fall now
They gon’ celebrate the drop
So I keep my head strong
Till the struggle gonna stop (stop, stop)
Style
dark trap banger with heavydistorted bass swells and sharpsyncopated drums. male vocals in a half-sunghalf-rapped deliveryclose and intense. verses keep it minimal with pulsing sub and eerie pads; hook explodes with stacked vocalswidened 808sand stuttering hi-hats. subtle pitch-shifted ad-libs and atmospheric risers build tension into each chorus.
Prompt
Make a song about struggling using the words (beat/ money/ friends/ killers/ shots)
Make the song have heavy bass
Credits
Prompt byNeuronRhythm602
GeneratedFeb 13, 2026
ModelAria v5
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