You Ain't Shit!

boom trap, dark underground hip hop, 95 bpm, double time, male hardcore rapper, Midwest Hip Hop

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SWBEATS @ SUNO • 2026 • 😎

(Slow, pitched-down voice: "Da money rules the hood...")
(Distant bongos fade in with heavy reverb)
(Low-frequency dark voices chanting "Money... Power... Respect...")
Yeah.
Ninety-five on the pulse.
Double-time.
I got it all.
You want some? Go get it. Let's go!

Da money rules the hood, yeah me got it all!
I got da money, watch the heavy bank fall!
You want some? Go get it, pussy, hit the wall!
Me da gangsta, you ain't shit, I make the call!
Da money rules the hood, yeah me got it all!
I got da money, watch the heavy bank fall!

Dark kick thumping, I’m dumping the chumps in the trunk of the lac, I got stacks in the back.
Paper stacking, no slacking, I’m packing the mac, if you lack, then you getting attacked on the track.
I'm the ruler, the cooler, the absolute shooter, the money is ruling the hood like a king.
Got the diamonds, the gold and the ice in the ring, while you out here just begging and pulling a string.
Yeah me got it all, counting the faces, the hundreds, I’m running the bases.
I’m leaving no traces, you stuck in the matrix, I’m taking the vault and I’m emptying cases.
You a broke boy standing in the corner of the block,
I’m the gangsta running the entirety of the clock.
Voices in my head saying "Get it, get the green," till the whole world drops.

Da money rules the hood, yeah me got it all!
I got da money, watch the heavy bank fall!
You want some? Go get it, pussy, hit the wall!
Me da gangsta, you ain't shit, I make the call!

You ain't shit, you a myth, you a glitch in the system, I twist 'em and diss 'em, you know I won't miss 'em.
I'm kissing the paper, the ultimate capper, the hardest core rapper, the trap is a factor.
You want some? Go get it, you pussy, you timid, I pushed it right past every physical limit.
I'm spinning the block and I’m winning the lot, and I got every drop of the guap in the pot!
It’s the rules of the hood, understand it, I planned it, I landed, I took over the planet.
I'm holding the green like a militant fiend, and I'm shining so bright that it's blinding the scene.
I built the foundation on hundreds and fifties,
I’m rolling with killas, you rolling with sissies.

Check the perimeter, bongos are beating, the cowards retreating, they know they defeating.
I'm eating the beat up, I’m heating the street up, the money is talking, you better speak up!
Me da gangsta, the monster, the mobster, you looking like dinner, I crack you like lobster.
Ain't nothing above me, the hood really love me, you step in my radius, it's getting ugly.
I got da money, I got da power, I’m ruling the minute, the second, the hour.
You ain't shit but a stepping stone under my boot.
One rim shot—watch the paper ignite.
Two dark kicks—I'm the king of the night!

(Music strips back to just the bongo rhythm and distorted kick)
(Whispered voices panned left and right: "Get the money... rule the hood... you ain't shit...")
Heavy weight.
Big stacks.
Just the rim.
Just the facts.
(Kick gets faster, matching the double-time rap speed)
I got it all.

Me da gangsta.
You ain't shit.
I got da money.
(Dark voices fade out slowly: "Go get it...")
(Last bongo hit echoes into silence)
(Faint whisper: "Pussy...")
(Sudden final dark kick)

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SWBEATS @ SUNO • 2026 • 😎 (Slow, pitched-down voice: "Da money rules the hood...") (Distant bongos fade in with heavy reverb) (Low-frequency dark voices chanting "Money... Power... Respect...") Yeah. Ninety-five on the pulse. Double-time. I got it all. You want some? Go get it. Let's go! Da money rules the hood, yeah me got it all! I got da money, watch the heavy bank fall! You want some? Go get it, pussy, hit the wall! Me da gangsta, you ain't shit, I make the call! Da money rules the hood, yeah me got it all! I got da money, watch the heavy bank fall! Dark kick thumping, I’m dumping the chumps in the trunk of the lac, I got stacks in the back. Paper stacking, no slacking, I’m packing the mac, if you lack, then you getting attacked on the track. I'm the ruler, the cooler, the absolute shooter, the money is ruling the hood like a king. Got the diamonds, the gold and the ice in the ring, while you out here just begging and pulling a string. Yeah me got it all, counting the faces, the hundreds, I’m running the bases. I’m leaving no traces, you stuck in the matrix, I’m taking the vault and I’m emptying cases. You a broke boy standing in the corner of the block, I’m the gangsta running the entirety of the clock. Voices in my head saying "Get it, get the green," till the whole world drops. Da money rules the hood, yeah me got it all! I got da money, watch the heavy bank fall! You want some? Go get it, pussy, hit the wall! Me da gangsta, you ain't shit, I make the call! You ain't shit, you a myth, you a glitch in the system, I twist 'em and diss 'em, you know I won't miss 'em. I'm kissing the paper, the ultimate capper, the hardest core rapper, the trap is a factor. You want some? Go get it, you pussy, you timid, I pushed it right past every physical limit. I'm spinning the block and I’m winning the lot, and I got every drop of the guap in the pot! It’s the rules of the hood, understand it, I planned it, I landed, I took over the planet. I'm holding the green like a militant fiend, and I'm shining so bright that it's blinding the scene. I built the foundation on hundreds and fifties, I’m rolling with killas, you rolling with sissies. Check the perimeter, bongos are beating, the cowards retreating, they know they defeating. I'm eating the beat up, I’m heating the street up, the money is talking, you better speak up! Me da gangsta, the monster, the mobster, you looking like dinner, I crack you like lobster. Ain't nothing above me, the hood really love me, you step in my radius, it's getting ugly. I got da money, I got da power, I’m ruling the minute, the second, the hour. You ain't shit but a stepping stone under my boot. One rim shot—watch the paper ignite. Two dark kicks—I'm the king of the night! Da money rules the hood, yeah me got it all! I got da money, watch the heavy bank fall! You want some? Go get it, pussy, hit the wall! Me da gangsta, you ain't shit, I make the call! Da money rules the hood, yeah me got it all! I got da money, watch the heavy bank fall! (Music strips back to just the bongo rhythm and distorted kick) (Whispered voices panned left and right: "Get the money... rule the hood... you ain't shit...") Heavy weight. Big stacks. Just the rim. Just the facts. (Kick gets faster, matching the double-time rap speed) I got it all. Me da gangsta. You ain't shit. I got da money. (Dark voices fade out slowly: "Go get it...") (Last bongo hit echoes into silence) (Faint whisper: "Pussy...") (Sudden final dark kick)

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