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Lyrics
[Verse]
Came up from the basement, shadow's my neighbor,
Pockets on empty, now they swollen with paper.
Grind like gears in a broken-down clock,
Every tick-tock, adding weight to the stock.
Hustle on my breath, sweat on my collar,
Spent my last dime, now my stacks taller.
Whispers in the alley, deals in the dark,
Dreams lit a flame, now they spark in the heart.
[Chorus]
Money talks, it don't stutter,
Every word cuts, sharp as a cutter.
Paper chase, got no brakes,
Runnin' through life, takin' what it takes.
[Verse 2]
Enemies close, tighter than shoelaces,
Fake smiles thicker than courtroom cases.
Flipped a nickel, now I’m buying the block,
Wrist so cold, it’s a frozen tick-tock.
Streets whisper secrets, concrete confessions,
Life lessons learned through silent sessions.
Bags in the trunk, dreams in the sky,
Money talks louder, I ain't asking why.
[Bridge]
Gold chains sing a hymn for the lost,
Every shine comes with a cost.
Echoes of the past, I keep 'em in a vault,
Counting blessings, but the sins never halt.
Details
GeneratedOct 7, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageTurkish
Style
rap, hip hop, dark, minimal beats with atmospheric synths and 808s, bass-heavy, trap
Credits
Prompt byHarmonySample51
ModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop
