Lyrics
[Intro]
Came from nothin'
Now I'm livin' how I wanna (yeah)
Whole block lookin' at me like a saga
Still the same, just a lot more commas
[Chorus]
I'ma live how I want, I don't ask, I don't wait
Rich man from the hood, still slide through the gate (skrrt)
Got gold on my neck, but the pain in my veins
Turned dirt into diamonds, made a throne out the stain
I'ma live how I want, I don't beg, I don't plead
Put the city on my back, turned the hunger to greed
If you ain't come from the bottom, you don't know what it means
To wake up in the mansion with the same old dreams
[Verse 1]
Half raspy when I talk, that's the smoke and the stress
Had to hustle through the winters just to ice out my chest
Used to share one plate, now it's ten on the table
Auntie prayin' over food, I'm just prayin' I'm stable
Still the projects in my posture, I don't fold, I don't flinch
Made a dollar out a nickel, turned a yard to an inch
Now it's marble in the foyer, but it's roaches in my past
I remember every shadow when I step up out that 'Rari on they ass (yeah)
[Chorus]
I'ma live how I want, I don't ask, I don't wait
Rich man from the hood, still slide through the gate (still there)
Got gold on my neck, but the pain in my veins
Turned dirt into diamonds, made a throne out the stain
I'ma live how I want, I don't beg, I don't plead
Put the city on my back, turned the hunger to greed
If you ain't come from the bottom, you don't know what it means
To wake up in the mansion with the same old dreams
[Verse 2]
Mama told me “boy, shine, you was born for the fight”
Now the ceiling see-through, I can stare at the night
Got the block in my rearview, but my heart in the bricks
I still tip the old heads every time I get rich (yeah, yeah)
Bad habits in my blood, good credit in my name
They ain't never seen a king that still walk through the rain
I don't owe 'em explanation, I don't owe 'em a thing
If they wasn't in the struggle, they ain't ridin' the wing (nah)
[Chorus]
I'ma live how I want, I don't ask, I don't wait
Rich man from the hood, still slide through the gate
Got gold on my neck, but the pain in my veins
Turned dirt into diamonds, made a throne out the stain (from the mud)
I'ma live how I want, I don't beg, I don't plead (never)
Put the city on my back, turned the hunger to greed
If you ain't come from the bottom, you don't know what it means
To wake up in the mansion with the same old dreams (same dreams)
Style
raphard-edged southern trap banger with male vocals; half-raspylaid-back drawl in the verses and anthemicchant-ready hook. thick 808 low-endskittering hi-hatseerie bell and choir stabs. verses ride in the pocket with sparse piano hits; chorus widens with stacked gang vocals and ad-libssubtle organ swellsand rising risers into each drop. energy climbs each hookperfect for stadium call-and-response.richhip hop
Prompt
A southern half raspy rap about me living my life how i want as a rich man from the hood, male, rap, trap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
HbKeed
HbKeedGeneratedFeb 17, 2026
ModelAria v5
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