Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clean money, dirty hands, digging through the sand
Treasure buried deep, ain't no map in my plans
Built it brick by brick, sweat dripped like a flood
Stacked it high enough to scrape the heavens from the mud
Peace is my temple, don't step in the zone
Disrupt the vibe, you get a king on his throne
Coming for your neck, guillotine type precision
Head rolling metaphors, sharp with the incision
[Chorus]
Clean money, dirty hands
Built my kingdom, took a stand
Disrupt my peace, I demand
Retribution, man to man
[Verse 2]
Grime under my nails, gold up on my wrist
From the trenches to the palace, couldn't picture this
Hard work a weapon, grind sharper than a blade
Turn sweat into champagne, now the tables rearranged
Disrespect? Nah, that's a price you can't afford
Stepped into the ring, now you're facing my accord
No forgiveness, no retreat, you reap what you sow
Your downfall's my crescendo, watch the energy grow
[Chorus]
Clean money, dirty hands
Built my kingdom, took a stand
Disrupt my peace, I demand
Retribution, man to man
Style
trap; heavy bassline with crisp snares and 808 kicks. male vocals with an aggressive and gritty deliveryminimalistic instrumental with space for hard-hitting lyrics.basslinehip hopcleanemphasizing raw energy and precision. darkrapbeats
Prompt
Clean money dirty hands work hard for my peace if you disrupt it I’m coming for your neck rap, hip hop, trap, beats, bassline, male
Credits
Prompt byRubbingWoodAZ
GeneratedJul 27, 2025
ModelAria v4
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