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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Chains swing louder than a New Year’s toast,
Stacks in my lap, call me bread-baking host.
City on my back, I don’t brag, I just boast,
Shadows in my rearview, ghosts amongst the most.
[Chorus]
Trap dreams got me running till the soles wear thin,
Money on my phone, guess it’s time to clock in.
Heavy is the crown but the grind’s locked in,
If time equals money, then I’m here to win.
[Verse 2]
Whip moves slow but the block stay fast,
Came from the mud, made gold from the trash.
Enemies plot but they moves don’t last,
Middle fingers up ‘till the doubt’s outclassed.
[Chorus]
Trap dreams got me running till the soles wear thin,
Money on my phone, guess it’s time to clock in.
Heavy is the crown but the grind’s locked in,
If time equals money, then I’m here to win.
[Bridge]
Flip the pack like a page in a journal,
Mind stays sharp, vision stays eternal.
Stacking like the pyramids, steep and fraternal,
Burning bridges quick, guess my life got infernal.
[Verse 3]
No handouts, just scars for my gain,
Rain clouds clear but the puddles remain.
Muscle through the suffering, torch through the pain,
Future so bright, blindfolds the disdain.
Details
GeneratedMay 6, 2025
Duration3:35
LanguageTurkish
Style
hard-hitting, trap, bass-heavy, rap, hip hop, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
FreiKern
FreiKernModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop
