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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ain’t nothin’ to it
Real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
Came up on vouchers, court dates, loss
Mama on the line sayin’, “Baby, pray”
Doc on the line sayin’, “Voices stay”
Pills in a tray like trophies, lined
Two of me talkin’ in the same mind
One say chill, other say “grind”
Choose that grind, I refuse that grave (yeah)
They laughed at the visions, called me “crazy”
Now they call it “manifest,” man, that’s shady
Same streets tried to write my ending
I rewrote margins, changed the spending
[Chorus]
Ain’t nothin’ to it, real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
Turn every breakdown, every letdown to a cost
Pay that pain upfront, flip that pressure into shares
Billion‑dollar brain, even when it tears
Ain’t nothin’ to it, real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
Voices in my head turned meetings in the loft
From the clinic to the ceiling where the glass gets crossed
Ain’t nothin’ to it, real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
[Verse 2]
Word from the block: “You doomed from birth”
Word from the church: “Just wait on earth”
Word from the boardroom: “What’s your worth?”
I said, “Infinite, I invest in hurt”
Schizo, but the split made me see split systems
How they fund prisons more than they fund wisdom
How they call stocks “mad” when the graph look sick
But call us “mad” when the trauma don’t quit
I see two worlds in my two eyes daily
One gold-plated, one food stamps, failing
I bridge both, build boats from the doubt
Sailed that wave when my brain blacked out (woah)
[Chorus]
Ain’t nothin’ to it, real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
Turn every breakdown, every letdown to a cost
Pay that pain upfront, flip that pressure into shares
Billion‑dollar brain, even when it tears
Ain’t nothin’ to it, real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
Voices in my head turned meetings in the loft
From the clinic to the ceiling where the glass gets crossed
Ain’t nothin’ to it, real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
[Bridge]
If I’m “too much,” maybe y’all too small
If I’m “insane,” maybe they insane laws
They privatize beds, then they stigmatize meds
I publicize wins, let the outcasts ball (hey!)
I’m the proof that the blueprint bent
You can’t box God in a progress report
You can’t cap growth with a label on a chart
I’m the split mind, whole soul, black heart
[Chorus]
Ain’t nothin’ to it, real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
Turn every breakdown, every letdown to a cost
Pay that pain upfront, flip that pressure into shares
Billion‑dollar brain, even when it tears
Ain’t nothin’ to it, real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
Voices in my head turned meetings in the loft
From the clinic to the ceiling where the glass gets crossed
Ain’t nothin’ to it, real one, ain’t nothin’ to it, boss
Details
GeneratedMar 14, 2026
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody trap with cinematic strings and sub-heavy 808s, mid‑tempo bounce. Male vocals, close and intense, verses packed with double-time pockets and sharp consonants; hook opens into chant-style layers and airy choirs. Occasional drop-outs for acapella punchlines, then beat slams back in with distorted bass swells and crisp hi-hats., hip hop
Credits
Prompt bySmoothTone533
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Ain’t nothing to it real one ain’t nothing to it boss, rap, trap, hip hop Conscious/Political Rap: Emphasizes social awareness, political issues beating the odds becoming a billionaire as a schizophre
