Lyrics
[Intro]
Backblock babies
Raised in the sirens and smoke
You feel that?
(let’s go)
[Verse 1]
My brother and I
Ran through the boroughs like storms
Hoodie up
Eyes cold, hearts torn
Hard time, hard life
Every corner was a war
We were sleeping in our sneakers
Dreams tucked in the drawer
He was bagging up the stress
Turned it all into a stack
You were begging for attention
We were begging for it back
He was counting every dollar
You were counting every like
He was building us a future
Out the ruins of the night
[Chorus]
My brother stacking paper
Bigger than your girl’s ego
We came from the gutter
Turned the pain into a cheat code
Hard time, hard life
Now it’s time to fuckin shine
If you standing in our way
Then you crossing that line
My brother stacking paper
Bigger than your girl’s ego
We were starving for a win
Now we feast, that’s the lingo
Hard time, hard life
Now it’s time to fuckin shine
If you riding with my blood
Then you riding with mine (let’s go)
[Verse 2]
We were out in New York streets
Causing chaos, causing fear
You were crying in the comments
We were wiping off the tears
He was flipping every loss
Like a switch in his brain
Put the hunger in a duffel
Built a kingdom from the pain
You was flexing on the ‘Gram
We were flexing for the rent
He was turning every cent
To another monument
So when you talk about respect
Better mention both our names
Two wolves, one check
We engrave it in the flames
[Chorus]
My brother stacking paper
Bigger than your girl’s ego
We came from the gutter
Turned the pain into a cheat code
Hard time, hard life
Now it’s time to fuckin shine
If you standing in our way
Then you crossing that line
My brother stacking paper
Bigger than your girl’s ego
We were starving for a win
Now we feast, that’s the lingo
Hard time, hard life
Now it’s time to fuckin shine
If you riding with my blood
Then you riding with mine (yeah, let’s go)
Style
rapaggressive new york drill-leaning beatheavy distorted 808s and rattling hi-hats. male vocalsraw and upfront with slight saturation. verses spit in a tightrelentless pocket; hook explodes with chant-style gang vocals and crowd shouts. sparsemenacing piano stabs and sub drops to accent punchlineslast chorus widens with layered ad-libs and echo throws.
Prompt
My brother and I running these New York streets causing chaos my brother stacking paper bigger then your girls fuckin ego hard time hard life now it’s time to fuckin shine lets go brother angry rap
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331GeneratedFeb 10, 2026
ModelAria v5
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