Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got a tenner in the bank
Rent due
Food gone
Leccy on red
Mum texts
"Can you help?"
Blue ticks
Heart full of lead
Queue at the food hub
Pride in my mouth like chalk
Laugh with the workers
Die inside on the walk
They say "work harder"
Bro I got two jobs already
Body on fumes
Eyes black
Mind unsteady
[Chorus]
On the breadline
Countin' pennies in my head
Dreams on Klarna
Pay in three or end up dead in debt
Cost of livin' got me livid
Every bill feel like a blade
You got gold in your glass
I got month left to be paid
On the breadline
Breadline
Everything comes at a price
You got everything you wanted
I got "heat or eat" on ice
[Verse 2]
(Yeah) I wake up top floor
City view
Smart blind slide
Match my mood
Tap card
Never check the screen
Driver down stairs
Fresh caffeine
I don't know the price of bread
But I know the price of land
Bought your block last year
With a signature in my hand
You talk struggle
I talk "diversify"
You talk hunger
I talk "where do we fly?"
But I like your grind though
Real inspiring stuff
Post it on my socials
Caption: "Folks got it rough" (tsk)
[Chorus]
On the breadline
Countin' pennies in my head
Dreams on Klarna
Pay in three or end up dead in debt
Cost of livin' got me livid
Every bill feel like a blade
You got gold in your glass
I got month left to be paid
On the breadline
Breadline
Everything comes at a price
You got everything you wanted
I got "heat or eat" on ice
[Bridge]
You say "tighten up your belt"
Mine already cut my skin
You say "anyone can win"
But you were born already in
Two worlds
Same post code
Same air
Same rain
You don't feel it in your chest
When the till says "card declined" again (again)
[Verse 3]
Me: I skip meals
Bills first
Pray for a pay rise
Pay gets worse
You: New watch
New whip
New tax break
Old script
Me: "Maybe vote
Maybe march
Maybe rage"
You: "Maybe move the money
Offshore
New page"
Both: We stare at the same grey sky
Different roofs
Different lives
If this is all just numbers
Why do I feel it in my eyes?
[Chorus]
On the breadline
Countin' pennies in my head
Dreams on Klarna
Pay in three or end up dead in debt
Cost of livin' got me livid
Every bill feel like a blade
You got gold in your glass
I got month left to be paid
On the breadline
Breadline
Everything comes at a price
You got everything you wanted
I got "heat or eat" on ice
[Outro]
Breadline
Penthouse
Same town
Split fate
One of us prays for payday
One of us prays the rate stays great
Style
rapgritty uk boom-bap with a subtle drill swing; verses alternate between rawclose-mic male vocals for the struggler and smootherwider-panned male vocals for the rich persona. tight kick and snappy snaredusty minor-key piano loopsub that blooms in the chorus. hook opens up with stacked chants and delay throws; final section strips to piano and bass then drops full drums for the last lines.
Prompt
A rap song about the cost of living crisis, not being able to afford basic necessities and living on the bread line. With a 2nd persona of someone who has everything.
Credits
Prompt byUpbeatRemixer480
GeneratedFeb 4, 2026
ModelAria v5
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