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[Verse]
Clock hands spinning, ain't no rest for a dreamer,
Stacks on my mind, heavy weight like a beamer.
Kids need shoes, wife need peace,
I’m out here grinding, never tasting defeat.
Streetlights my moon, paper trails my sun,
Chasing that shine, till the race is won.
Pockets stay hollow, but my vision stay fat,
Tunnel so dark, but I see where it’s at.
[Chorus]
Grind till I shine, till the ice gon' blind,
All for my lady, all for my kind.
Jewels for the pain, fame for the climb,
One day it’s ours—grind till I shine.
[Verse 2]
Waking up broke, but my soul feel rich,
Blueprint in my head, every brick I pitch.
Chains and a crib, I’mma make that switch,
From the struggle to the throne, hear the gears click.
The block’s a jungle, every move’s survival,
But I’m the author, pen sharper than rivals.
Building this empire, brick by brick,
For my queen, my seeds, I’mma hit that lick.
[Bridge]
No shortcuts, no cheat codes to take,
Sacrifices heavy, but the legacy’s stake.
Sweat stains my crown, blood inks my page,
This hustle’s forever, through every stage.
Details
GeneratedDec 4, 2025
Duration1:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
determined vibe, hip hop, sharp hi-hats, rap, and eerie synth melodies for a gritty, layered with booming 808s, hard-hitting, trap-inspired
Credits
Prompt byNizzyNick
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A hard rap song about working all the time hoping to make it one day and have all the jewelry fame and stability for my lady and kids, rap, trap, hip hop
