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Lyrics
[Verse]
Alarm clock screamin’, let it bark like a Rottweiler,
Eyes half-mast, I’m feelin’ like a ghost rider.
Uniform wrinkled like my future got folded,
Still punch that clock ‘cause the bills stay loaded.
[Chorus]
Grinding through the fryer with dreams on the shelf,
Bagging chicken tenders, can't bag up myself.
Hat says Royal, but this princes my fate,
Serving up the hustle on a minimum plate.
[Verse 2]
Grease poppin’, thoughts droppin’, mind getting grimy,
Break room stale like the chips behind me.
Customers complaining ‘bout the coffee runnin' late,
I serve ‘em fake smiles on a styrofoam plate.
[Bridge]
Shift feel eternal, but the payout a breeze,
Boss man’s orders got me weak in the knees.
Scrubbing countertops like I’m scrubbing my pride,
Trap dreams play bass as I clock out and slide.
[Chorus]
Grinding through the fryer with dreams on the shelf,
Bagging chicken tenders, can't bag up myself.
Hat says Royal, but this princes my fate,
Serving up the hustle on a minimum plate.
[Verse 3]
Dirty apron swinging like a cape on a hero,
Direct deposit laughing, my account still on zero.
Sticky floor shuffle like my life’s moonwalking,
But these burnt-out nights got my ambition talking.
Details
GeneratedMar 17, 2025
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, trap, hip-hop, 808-heavy
Credits
Prompt by
3clipsE
3clipsEModelAria v4
Prompt
Rap upbeat and trap 808s heavy bass about going into work at Royal farms and ready to grind it out though I hate it.
