Lyrics
[Verse]
Neon desert, dice in the palm,
Sin City's sirens sing their psalm,
But I’m ghostin’—haulin’ dreams in my carry-on.
Cornfield horizon, no mirage, just land,
Roots dig deep where the soil grabs hands,
Plantin’ seeds for the fam, blueprint, the plan.
[Prechorus]
Leaving lights for the quiet hum,
Trade the jackpot for the long run.
[Chorus]
From Vegas to Iowa, new chapter’s begun,
Elevate for my people, under the sun.
Ain’t no gamble when the heart’s the bet,
This the jackpot they ain’t cashed yet.
[Verse 2]
Slot machines whispered, “Stay, don’t stray,”
But the strip’s glitter fades when you see the day.
I’m buildin’ barns out of metaphors,
Harvesting dreams, breaking old doors,
Middle of nowhere? Nah, center of more.
[Bridge]
Bellagio to silos, swapped chips for corn rows,
Echoes of casinos replaced by wind’s prose.
What they call flyover, I call my runway,
Elevating heights, every field my run play.
[Chorus]
From Vegas to Iowa, new chapter’s begun,
Elevate for my people, under the sun.
Ain’t no gamble when the heart’s the bet,
This the jackpot they ain’t cashed yet.
Style
paired with vocal samples for texturebass-heavy with sharp snare hits; layered synths for a futuristic vibedrivingrap
Prompt
Moving from Las Vegas to Iowa to elevate for my people, rap
Credits
Prompt bySoundVocoder499
GeneratedAug 14, 2025
ModelAria v4