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Lyrics
[Verse]
Concrete jungle, where the schemes run deep,
Boys in the cut, promises we keep.
Fast cash dreams, everybody chasing,
On these blocks, every step needs bracing.
[Chorus]
Living life in the grind, no rewind, just the climb,
City lights watching over, ticking time.
Hustle is survival, never a trend,
In the hood of LA, where the struggle don’t end.
[Verse 2]
Cracked pavements whisper tales of pain,
Rain or shine, we eat in this dirty terrain.
Corner store kingpins sipping on soda,
Pain balanced tight like a brick-loaded Rover.
[Bridge]
Flickering streetlights, a lullaby of crime,
Caught in the rhythm, the city’s chime.
Dice roll futures, every bet feels final,
Blood and sweat paint the LA vinyl.
[Verse 3]
Sneakers scuffed from miles we trace,
Hood tattooed on every kid's face.
Dreamin’ of escape, but the chain still tight,
Street code sermons preached under the night.
[Chorus]
Living life in the grind, no rewind, just the climb,
City lights watching over, ticking time.
Hustle is survival, never a trend,
In the hood of LA, where the struggle don’t end.
Details
GeneratedApr 26, 2025
Duration1:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
hip-hop, male vocals, rap, urban, gritty
Credits
Prompt byMoodstoMuse06
ModelAria v4
Prompt
In the hood of LA with the boys living life as a hussle, rap
