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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Steppin' in the kitchen, whippin' pots till they sing,
Dreams in my pocket, let the hunger take wing.
Streets paint a story, cold, cruel, and mean,
Money talks louder than the echoes of the scream.
[Verse 2]
Blocks ain't loyal, they shift like quicksand,
Counting dirty stacks, pass bills hand-to-hand.
Schemes on my mind while the city don't sleep,
Pray the reaper ain't lurking where shadows run deep.
[Chorus]
Hustle and run, the mantra we keep,
Fighting for a world where the dreams ain't cheap.
Traps in the night, we grind, we leap,
Promises to the clouds, secrets we'll reap.
[Verse 3]
Dirt on my shoes, chased the devil through the fog,
Echo underneath the moon, my thoughts jog.
Chain too heavy, heart shaped in ice,
Roll the dice daily, but I don't play twice.
[Bridge]
Fingers bleed red from clutching the prize,
Built a palace where the struggle survives.
Truth ain't clean, it's stitched in disguise,
Eyes to the skies, while the grind multiplies.
[Verse 4]
Came up from the mud where the sun barely peeks,
Tales of betrayal, survival, and streaks.
Riches ain't glory, scars tell melee,
But still we rise, 'cause the hustle won't delay.
Details
GeneratedApr 23, 2025
Duration3:13
LanguageTL
Style
trap, intense flow, dark synths, heavy 808s, male vocals, rap
Credits
Prompt byHypnoticTune878
ModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, trap
