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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Desert heat blazing, sweat dripping off the brow,
Cactus shadows creeping, the work ain't stopping now.
Hands in the dirt, fingers gripping the roots,
Crops in the field, I'm lacing up the boots.
Family fed, got bread from the soil I till,
Medicine grown, no scripts, just the skill.
Mushroom caps like moons, glowing in the night,
Weed so sticky, it fights the desert’s bite.
[Chorus]
Arizona cultivator, dreams in the sun,
Growing life, growing wealth, never on the run.
Medicine in my hands, sweat on my face,
Hustling every day, steady winning this race.
[Verse 2]
From the dawn 'til the dusk, I’m a son of the sand,
Cactus-born king, with a plan in my hand.
Trippin’ off the fungi, visions so vivid,
Life ain’t a mirage, every moment I live it.
Rows of green soldiers standing at attention,
Field's a battleground, the hustle’s my invention.
No stress, just blessings, desert wind in my ear,
The grind keeps me grounded, no room for the fear.
[Chorus]
Arizona cultivator, dreams in the sun,
Growing life, growing wealth, never on the run.
Medicine in my hands, sweat on my face,
Hustling every day, steady winning this race.
Details
GeneratedJul 27, 2025
Duration2:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
eerie synth melodies, hard-hitting 808s, male vocals, trap, rap
Credits
Prompt byRubbingWoodAZ
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Arizona cultivator growing weed and shrooms while working every day keeping the family fed never stressing cultivating my medicine rap, trap, male
