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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Alarm hits
Steel toes
Spit blood
Same shirt
Same stain
Same mud
Punch in
Cheap clock
Cold light
Boss barks
I bite back inside
Wallet thin
Like my patience
Bills breed
In the basement
Every mile
Of this meat-grind day
I see gold
And I take names
[Chorus]
Rawdog life
Just rust and rage
No vape
No crutch
I taste the pain
No zyn
No pill to fake my faith
Just hate
Just hate
I ride that wave
I don’t even go to therapy
I clock in war on my enemies
Rawdog life
I crawl
I claw
’Til I’m rich enough to break your laws (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Grey sky
Over grey code walls
Forklift
Singing death-song calls
Calloused hands
On a cracked-up spine
I’m the ghost
In the overtime
They say
“find peace
Go talk”
I say
“find teeth
Go walk”
Every check
Is a loaded gun
Aim it up
At a richer sun
[Chorus]
Rawdog life
Just rust and rage
No vape
No crutch
I taste the pain
No zyn
No pill to fake my faith
Just hate
Just hate
I ride that wave
I don’t even go to therapy
I stack that spite into equity
Rawdog life
I crawl
I claw
’Til I’m rich enough to burn your laws (yeah)
[Bridge]
[Halftime stomp
Gang vocals]
Clock hands cut me
Boss man owns me
Hunger hounds me
Nobody folds me (no!)
Grind keeps breaking
I keep taking
Hate in my veins
And I feel it waking (hey!)
[Chorus]
Rawdog life
Just rust and rage
No vape
No crutch
I taste the pain
No zyn
No pill to fake my faith
Just hate
Just hate
I ride that wave
I don’t even go to therapy
I turn my scars into currency
Rawdog life
I crawl
I claw
’Til I’m rich enough to write your laws
Details
GeneratedFeb 24, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Aggressive thrash metal grind, double-time drums, down-picked guitars, male vocals spitting clipped, bitter phrases. Verses stay tight and palm-muted, bass snarling in lockstep; chorus opens into shouted gang vocals and wider chords. Short, searing bridge with a halftime stomp and screaming lead line before a final, shouted chorus., rich
Credits
Prompt by
EL_BARBUDO
EL_BARBUDOModelAria v5
Prompt
Use lyrics rawdog life no vape, no zyn, no medication no energy drink, just hate (i dont even go to therapy) metálica style emphasis on the grind of a working man that’s hustling
To get rich
