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Lyrics
[Intro]
Red bar
Flatline
Whole squad
On my side (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Money on my mind, that’s a migraine
Heart ticking like a bomb in a dice game
I’m the crash on the last lap, bright flame
Angels watching through the smoke of the high stakes
Halo on tilt, I’m a reach kid
Dropped out heaven with a cheat script
Superman cape in a street whip
Breakneck, I don’t even feel the speed shift
Cartiage cold, but the veins hot
Every risk that I take, that’s a screenshot
I’ve been playing with creation on a thin wire
Either gold in my hands or a live wire
[Chorus]
Money, bitches, speed, I don’t blink, I don’t bleed
I just rush, I just bleed, I just push ‘til it’s greed
If I die this week, let me die at full reach
With my hands to the sky like I’m ready to leave
Money, bitches, speed, heart attack in my seat
If I crash, let it be in a blaze, never weak
If I die this week, let me die at full reach
With my hands to the sky like I’m ready to leave (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Fast life, slow death, that’s a trade-off
Cartoon strength, feel the rage when it pays off
Call me hero when I’m flying through the face-off
Villain when I turn a saint to a write-off
Wish I could stop, but the pulse said go
Every little hit, every risk, that’s growth
Heaven in the rearview, hell in the smoke
I been building my own world out of “almost”
Two sides in my head, that’s a crossfire
One says “live,” other one says “go higher”
Catching bodies of my habits in a bonfire
I’m the saint with the stain and the live wire
[Chorus]
Money, bitches, speed, I don’t blink, I don’t bleed
I just rush, I just bleed, I just push ‘til it’s greed
If I die this week, let me die at full reach
With my hands to the sky like I’m ready to leave
Money, bitches, speed, heart attack in my seat
If I crash, let it be in a blaze, never weak
If I die this week, let me die at full reach
With my hands to the sky like I’m ready to leave (ready to leave)
Details
GeneratedJan 17, 2026
Duration2:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive trap rap with male vocals, alternating double-time and halftime drums; sub-heavy bass, eerie synth choir pads, and chopped vocal stabs. Verses sprint with rapid-fire triplet flows, hook drops into a massive, stomping groove with crowd-chant energy. Occasional glitchy FX swells and filtered drops to highlight punchlines; vocal stacks on key hook lines for stadium feel., slow
Credits
Prompt by
Hype_Man808
Hype_Man808ModelAria v5
Prompt
Money, bitches, speed, death, creation from heaven, heart attack, Halo Reach, superman, draonballz, rap, fast beat, slow beat
