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Lyrics
[Intro]
Late rent
Cold stove
Mama praying
Eyes closed
[Verse 1]
Woke up to the ceiling stain
Drip from the neighbor’s broken pipe
Phone full of “bro, can I borrow?”
Mine full of “bro, I’m just like—”
Same shoes since last December
Card declined in front of friends
They laugh loud to hide the tension
Walk it off, but the shame still trends
Outside, sirens sing in circles
Kids learn names of every cop
They sell candy, they sell cartridges
Anything to make hunger stop
Landlord sliding up the staircase
Boot marks on the hallway floor
He tap-tap-taps on every door
Like he training us for war
[Chorus]
Real world hard, it don’t love us back
Cold floor, heavy steps, heart under attack
We bleed, we break, still we gotta act
Like we good, like we good, but we cracked
Real world hard, it don’t love us back
Tears dry fast when you stuck in the trap
We scream, we strain, still we stay on track
Like we good, like we good, but we cracked
[Verse 2]
Uncle on the couch, half-conscious
Ash on his shirt, TV too bright
He say, “Boy, don’t be like me”
Then fades out before the night
Job apps in a torn backpack
Coffee stains on every dream
“Overqualified, we’ll keep in touch”
Same cold copy-paste routine
Lil sis drawing houses, gardens
Coloring in what we ain’t got
I hang it by the broken outlet
Let her borrow all my hope in stock
Group chat full of flex and filters
Nobody show the final bill
They type “I’m up, I’m winning, blessed”
Then cry quiet when the screen go still
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Who gon’ catch us when we fall through the cracks?
When the pills don’t hit
When the prayer bounce back?
Who gon’ feed us when the fridge light gone?
When the power cut quick
And the night feel long?
[whispered vocals]
“This life hard”
Echo in the hallway
“This life hard”
Stamp it on the palm, ay
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 10, 2026
Duration2:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody boom-bap with detuned bells and warped vocal chops over a dragging, sub-heavy beat. Verses sit raw and close-mic’d, double-tracked in spots with distant ad-libs. Hook opens up with stacked gang vocals and a slightly off-kilter synth line that bends out of key on the “drop,” drums hitting harder and then ducking for stark, almost a cappella moments. Male vocals, gritty mix, tape hiss and room tone left in., hardcore, hip hop, beats, sad, world
Credits
Prompt byElectricKernel915
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A hardcore rap song about the hard-life in the real world. Sad drop beats and offkey moments, rap, hip hop
