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[Intro]
Yeah
Clock in, clock out
Still broke
[Verse 1]
Alarm at six, cold coffee, bus pass bent
Rent took half, the rest got spent
Boss says hustle like the numbers gon' change
I gave twelve hours and still got the same
Payday comes, then the landlord eats
Groceries climb every damn week
I’m counting coins by the laundromat light
Too damn tired to start a fight
My phone keeps buzzing, another shift open
They call it a chance, I call it being broken
Hands stay cracked, eyes stay red
Dreams get buried under bills in the desk
Everybody says that the grind pays back
But the ladder got cut and the floor went black
I work like hell just to stay in place
Then fake a smile with a dead-ass face
[Chorus]
I work, work, work, but I’m still behind
Lose every hour just to keep online
No time for fun, no room to breathe
This shit economy keeps choking me
I work, work, work till the week goes numb
Bills in a stack and the paycheck’s gone
If this is living, tell me what the fuck
I’m supposed to call it when I’m out of luck
[Verse 2]
Missed my friend’s show, missed my sister’s call
Told them next month, but next month stalled
Cheap shoes split on the warehouse floor
Still got a smile taped over the sore
Lunch is a granola bar, dinner is air
I nod at the mirror like somebody cares
Overtime pays for the car repair
Then the car breaks down, so who the fuck wins there?
I see vacations through a coworker’s feed
While I’m trading my back for the things I need
Manager talks about family and team
Then cuts our hours like a bad dream
I’m not lazy, I’m exhausted as hell
Dragging my name through a fluorescent cell
They want ambition, they want my soul
But every damn raise gets swallowed whole
[Chorus]
I work, work, work, but I’m still behind
Lose every hour just to keep online
No time for fun, no room to breathe
This shit economy keeps choking me
I work, work, work till the week goes numb
Bills in a stack and the paycheck’s gone
If this is living, tell me what the fuck
I’m supposed to call it when I’m out of luck
[Bridge]
Don’t tell me patience, don’t tell me grind
I’ve been selling pieces of my mind
Don’t tell me someday, don’t tell me wait
I’ve been punching through a closing gate
One more shift, one more lie
One more morning asking why
I’m still here, still trying, still pissed
With a whole damn life I keep missing
[Verse 3]
So I spit these words with the lights turned low
For the broke-ass workers that the numbers don’t know
For the single moms and the night-shift ghosts
For the ones giving everything, still getting close
We don’t need pity, we need something fair
A little damn time and a little fresh air
I’m angry, I’m tired, but I’m not erased
They can’t take the fire they keep making us face
[Final Chorus]
I work, work, work, but I’m still behind
Lose every hour just to keep online
No time for fun, no room to breathe
This shit economy keeps choking me
I work, work, work till the week goes numb
Bills in a stack and the paycheck’s gone
If this is living, tell me what the fuck
I’m supposed to call it when I’m out of luck
[Outro]
Clock in, clock out
Still broke
Still here
Still pissed
Details
GeneratedSep 13, 2026
Duration3:45
LanguageEnglish
Style
fast depressive underground rap, urgent double-time flow around sobremoderate 150 BPM, minor-key piano stabs, distorted sub bass, hard trap drums, clipped hi-hats, tense industrial textures, exhausted male rap vocal with sharp diction and occasional shouted ad-libs, tight dry vocal mix, compressed drums, bleak intimate verses opening into a forceful hook
Credits
Prompt byNeo-SoulGod246
ModelAria v6
Prompt
rap deep depressive rap about working hard in a shit economy never getting ahead working a lot never having time to do anything fun put curse words make it fast beat and rap
