

Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 Nine to five, same bus, same street, same pain, Lunch break ramen, counting coins just to stay sane, Bills on the table like they screaming my name, Rezando a Dios every night, “mañana I’ll change.” Sweat on my collar, debt heavy like chains, Dreams in my pocket but they locked in a cage, Promised the sky if I ever get paid, Didn’t know fate was rolling dice in my lane. Hook 1 De la nada cayó, lottery glow, De broke to rich, let the whole world know, Hands in the air, champagne on the floor, Money talk loud, can’t hear God no more. Verse 2 Pull up in a Lamborghini Aventador azul, Versace on my body, tailored suit so smooth, Keys to a mansion up in Beverly Hills view, Louis V bag, Gucci wallet brand new. Neck full of diamonds, Cartier shining bright, Rolex Presidential, yeah the time feel right, From prayers in the dark to the flash of the light, I forgot where I came from chasing highs every night. Hook 2 Money rain, money fall, watch me blow it all, Fake love calling every time they see me ball, Pop bottles, no sleep, living fast till I stall, Thought I beat the game, but the game don’t fall. Verse 3 Phone ringing crazy, “brother” this, “bro” that, Girls say they love me, never loved me back, VIP sections, throwing cash in stacks, If tomorrow don’t exist, why plan my tracks? Stopped talking to God, stopped keeping my word, Forgot them cold nights when my stomach hurt, I said “one more year then I’ll change my route,” But the money talks loud when the soul stay mute. Hook 3 From the dirt to the throne, from the throne to the ground, Life spin fast when the truth ain’t found, What goes up gotta come back down, Echo in my head when there’s no more sound. Verse 4 Years fly by, party lights getting dim, Money thinner now, so they disappear again, Tryna keep the crown with a desperate plan, Wrong moves, bad choices, dirty hands. Sirens singing like a sad mariachi tune, Cold bars, cold bed, cold room, Caught in the game trying to feed the flame, Lost more than money, lost my name. Verse 5 Now I’m sitting in a cell with time to think, About every promise I was too rich to keep, From a jackpot dream to the bottom I sink, But this pain taught lessons money couldn’t teach. If I touch the sun again, I’ll move with care, Keep God close, keep truth there, Life ain’t gold chains or a fast car ride, It’s remembering who you were before the shine. Outro Yeah… Money come fast, money leave rápido, But karma don’t rush, it move tactical. From nine to five dreams to a lotto illusion, I learned too late what’s real, what’s delusion. If you ever hit gold, don’t sell your soul, Remember them nights when you had no control. This my story, no cap, no filter, no glow— The real jackpot was the lesson I know.
Tags
Storytelling Rap / Corridos-influenced Hip-Hop Fast-tongue Mexican Rap Touch of West Coast Latin Trap BPM: 95–105
2:52
No
2/8/2026