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Lyrics
[Verse]
Early rise, steel boots hit the gravel grind,
Pour dreams in the mix, watch the edges align.
Jackhammers sing songs, concrete choir divine,
From strangers to brothers, we built this shrine.
Mud on the boots, call it sacred grime,
Hard hats tilted, sparks dance in time.
Life’s heavy—so we level and prime,
Float it smooth, every inch sublime.
[Chorus]
Life is hard, that’s why we do conc,
Lay the foundation, steady, no wrong.
Stamp it, cut it, leave a mark lifelong,
Concrete kings, we been solid all along.
[Verse 2]
Rebar veins in the earth, the muscle flex,
Trowels whisper secrets, no room for complex.
Worksite symphony, no need for Rolex,
Time's in the pour, every second connects.
We don't crack, even under the weight,
Mix it with sweat, pour it with fate.
Dust in the lungs, but the heart’s ornate,
Grinding out futures while the world debates.
[Chorus]
Life is hard, that’s why we do conc,
Lay the foundation, steady, no wrong.
Stamp it, cut it, leave a mark lifelong,
Concrete kings, we been solid all along.
Details
GeneratedOct 27, 2025
Duration1:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
percussive, industrial sounds with deep bass and heavy snare hits, gangster rap, gritty, rap
Credits
Prompt by
ManofConcrete
ManofConcreteModelAria v5
Prompt
A gangster rap about men of Concrete doing what they love to do, pouring concrete, finishing concrete, stamping concrete, cutting concrete, from strangers to family. Life is hard that’s why we do conc
