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Am I the only one

[INTRO]
Mad moolah maker, that’s what they call me.
Came from dirt, built a throne from the concrete.
Every scar got a story, every dollar got pain.
If you ain’t starvin’, you don’t hustle the same.

[VERSE 1]
I remember nights with a dream and a lighter,
Now I burn through stacks just to feel brighter.
Mama cried when I said I’d chase gold,
But the system broke me, I just played bold.
They laughed at my vision, said I’d never get out,
Now they watch from the bleachers while I count these amounts.
Every step a battle, every breath a grind,
Built my empire brick by brick with my mind.

No luck, just pressure and sleepless nights,
Turned pain to fuel, turned loss to fight.
If the money’s dirty, I still make it clean,
‘Cause I came from a world where hope ain’t seen.

[CHORUS]
Mad moolah maker, stackin’ that green!
Turned my trauma to a million-dollar dream!
Every scar, every loss, every tear I bleed,
Fed my hunger, made me breed this greed!
Mad moolah maker, yeah, I’m built from the fire!
Never backed down, only climbed higher!
Money don’t change me, it reveal what I am,
A survivor, a king, not a lamb!

[VERSE 2]
Now they see the chain, but not the chains I broke,
Didn’t see the hunger when I almost went ghost.
Didn’t see me starvin’ in a one-room spot,
Prayin’ for a break while the world forgot.
I don’t chase fame, I chase peace through the grind,
Every dollar I touch is a piece of my mind.
I bled for this, ain’t no easy route,
Every win came with doubt, every cheer with a shout.

They say “money evil,” but poverty’s worse,
I seen saints turn demons just to break the curse.
Now I walk with my chest out, scars like medals,
Mad moolah maker, born to fight the devils.

[CHORUS]
Mad moolah maker, stackin’ that gold!
From the gutter to the throne, my story told!
Ain’t no cap, ain’t no easy fix,
Every dollar earned came with blood and grit!
Mad moolah maker, yeah, I’m livin’ this grind,
Mind on the money, money on my mind!
They can hate all they want, I ain’t slowin’ my pace,
I made heaven outta hell, now I own my space!

[BRIDGE]
Every time I rise, they wait for me to fall,
But I’m built from pressure, can’t break at all.
I remember cold nights, no food, no plan,
Just a will to make somethin’ with my bare hands.
Now I stand tall, no fear in my bones,
Made wealth from pain, turned struggle to thrones.
Ain’t no fakin’ this grind, ain’t no shortcut lane,
Mad moolah maker, baptized in the pain.

[CHORUS]
Mad moolah maker, stackin’ that dream!
A product of the fire, born from the scream!
Money ain’t love, but it bought me peace,
Bought me time, bought me release!
Mad moolah maker, I ain’t slowin’ down!
Turned my losses to a goddamn crown!
Ain’t no luck, homie, this fate I molded,
Mad moolah maker, empire folded.

[OUTRO]
From the bottom to the billions, that’s the climb.
Still got pain in the pockets of my mind.
But every note I count got a story inside
Mad moolah maker… till the day I die.
Stack it. Flip it. Live it. Survive it.
That’s the code.
That’s the life.

Mad Moolah Maker

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