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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Count it up
Count it up
(look)
[Verse 1]
Wake up, war paint, way too focused
Wallet look swole, that hocus pocus
Hand in the flame, I don’t feel that scorch
I was made in the dark, I’m a human torch
Everybody want a piece, wanna feast on the plate that I built when my ribs hit spine
Had to bleed ten weeks just to see ten Gs, now I breathe in grind, exhale that shine
Stack in the safe like a stairway, bare face, dare fate, runnin’ through the airspace
Fast talk, never backwalk, that’s blaspheme
Whole team move clean, but the cash mean
I don’t chase no cloud, I chase that count
Tryna drown that doubt in a big bank amount
What you know ‘bout flip after flip, lil drip in a zip, turn a trip to a route
Every loss, that’s a course that I paid for
Now the cost on the porch, two paid-for
Doors go up like praise to the sky
Had to pray, had to pray, but I still stay sly
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, pay that debt
Blood in the shoebox, money in the vent
Die for the hustle, live for the check
Say my name with your chest, give me my respect
Run it up, run it up, run it up, no regret
Heart like steel, eyes on the set
Till my last breath, till my last step
Say my name with your chest, give me my respect (hey!)
[Verse 2]
I don’t clock out, can’t stop now, talk foul, get dropped, that’s law like the layout
Came from a block where the chalk line crisscross, kids lost, seen big dog fade out
So I went beast mode, cheat code, reload
Three phones ringin’, that’s G-code
Knees froze once, then I learned from the stumble
Now my fingers stay numb from the bundle
I’m a menace with a ledger, every letter on the measure like a razor on the tongue when it slide
Every second that you slept, I was pressin’ on the pressure, had to wrestle every doubt in my mind
I don’t flex online, I invest that grind
If I post, that’s proof that I pressed that line
If you step in the lane, better bless that spine
‘Cause I came for the crown and the rest ain’t mine
Whole clip full of plans, I expand that map
Turn a hand-me-down shirt to a brand, that’s facts
Turn a one-room crib to a land out back
And I did it on the low while they laughed, now they clap (woo)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, pay that debt
Blood in the shoebox, money in the vent
Die for the hustle, live for the check
Say my name with your chest, give me my respect
Run it up, run it up, run it up, no regret
Heart like steel, eyes on the set
Till my last breath, till my last step
Say my name with your chest, give me my respect (yeah)
[Bridge]
If it ain’t about bread, don’t talk to me
If it ain’t about grind, don’t walk with me
Got a date with the dirt, that’s guaranteed
‘Til that day, gotta make this currency
If it ain’t about bread, don’t talk to me (nah)
If it ain’t about grind, don’t walk with me
Got a date with the dirt, that’s guaranteed
‘Til that day, gotta make this currency
[Verse 3]
Look, I’ma hustle ‘til the heart flatline
Even then, bet my name still headline
Every word that I said, that’s a landmine
Any step outta line, that’s a deadline
I was hungry on a hand-me crumb
Now the brand too dumb, can’t hand me sum
If the bag ain’t fat, can’t stand me none
Watch ‘em all bow down when the man be come
I got blisters on the palm from the grip, never slip
Every chip on my shoulder made a boulder
Details
GeneratedMar 21, 2026
Duration2:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive Midwest chopper beat, fast triplet hi-hats and snarling 808s. Verses stack rapid-fire internal rhymes, male vocals flipping between low growl and precise double-time. Hook slows slightly for a shouted chant, layered gang vocals and distant siren textures. Final verse ramps tempo and intensity, ending on a hard, clipped stop.
Credits
Prompt by
LonerStoner
LonerStonerModelAria v5
Prompt
Gangsta rap about getting money, mimic tech n9nes speed and cadence, hustling to the death, give me my respect
