

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Wake up, check phone Rent due, that loan Tax man took half Still broke, full grown Cart full, heart drop Price tag jump, shock Scan beep, deep breath Put back that snack, walk Boss say “overtime” Clock say “outta time” Staring at a break room wall Tryna stretch one dime Mama call, light bill Kids need that school meal They posting yachts and jets I’m posting past-due feels [Chorus] Yeah the world so cold, but my heart don’t fold (nah) Living broke in a rich world, still I won’t let go Got my back to the wall, but I stand up tall If they stack that deck, I’ma play through it all They can raise those rates, they can take that check But they can’t tax hope, they can’t charge my breath From the ground, from the mud, I’ma write my code In a broke man’s life, I’m a rich man’s soul (yeah) [Verse 2] House cost sky high Whole block priced out Same street we grew Can’t even buy that house Government hands out Right back, hand in “Sign here, line there” Same game, grand spin Friends stuck, two jobs Side hustle, small odds Working like ten men Still praying to beat odds But I see you, I feel you Same fight, it’s real too We ain’t numbers on some chart We the ones that push through [Chorus] Yeah the world so cold, but my heart don’t fold (never) Living broke in a rich world, still I won’t let go Got my back to the wall, but I stand up tall If they stack that deck, I’ma play through it all They can raise those rates, they can take that check But they can’t tax hope, they can’t charge my breath From the ground, from the mud, I’ma write my code In a broke man’s life, I’m a rich man’s soul (woah)
Tags
rap, Dark trap meets dusty boom bap: menacing piano loop, detuned bells, and thick sub bass over punchy, swung drums. Male vocals, tight rhythmic flow in verses; hook opens with melodic rap and stacked harmonies for an uplifting chant. Occasional chopped vocal stabs, filtered intro, and a final drop where drums cut for one bar before slamming back in., motivational, world
2:16
No
3/23/2026