Lyrics
[Verse]
Stressed out, brain tight, thoughts in a headlock
Dreams on the corner, ticking hands on the clock
Pocket full of lint, belly full of hunger
Rain clouds gather, no sign of summer
Streets whisper stories, concrete confessions
Dodging the devil, life’s loaded questions
Hustle in my veins, got ambition to burn
Every L I take, a lesson I learn
[Chorus]
Gotta get my money right, stack it to the ceiling
Broke ain't an option, gotta change this feeling
Get my money right, I’ll rise through the night
Ghetto awareness, turn wrong into right
[Verse 2]
Dirt on my kicks, but my spirit stay clean
Heart full of struggle, painted vivid on the scene
The block's a roulette, spin, lose, or gain
Shadows of the hustlers echo my pain
Loose lips sink ships, I’m sealing my fate
Blueprints for the future, no time to wait
Cash rules the planet, my world’s in orbit
But peace of mind's the treasure, can’t afford it
[Chorus]
Gotta get my money right, stack it to the ceiling
Broke ain't an option, gotta change this feeling
Get my money right, I’ll rise through the night
Ghetto awareness, turn wrong into right
Style
raw and urgent deliveryhip hopraphard-hittingwith a streetwise tone.grittyminimal beats with heavy bass and sharp snares. male vocals
Prompt
I've been thinking about The dope game you get my money. I feel Stressed out edgy . I want to Get my money right. I hope to become more Ghetto awareness . My favorite genre of music is Rap, hip hop.
Credits
Prompt by
Philosophy11
Philosophy11GeneratedAug 10, 2025
ModelAria v4
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