Gold Digger | Self-Made Hustler Anthem | Real Rap Motivation скачать в хорошем качестве

Gold Digger | Self-Made Hustler Anthem | Real Rap Motivation

*🔥 REAL TALK RAP | MONEY VS LOYALTY | SELF-MADE MINDSET 🔥* In a world where people chase money over meaning, this track exposes the truth. *“They Love Money Not Me”* is a raw, unapologetic rap about fake loyalty, hustle culture, and building legacy when nobody believes in you. This song is for the **self-made**, the **underdogs**, and the ones grinding in silence while others chase clout. 👉 If you believe in **integrity over greed**, this one’s for you. --- 🎧 Lyrics – They praise the cash, but they hate the grind, They want the top without climbing the line. They whisper sweet nothings, but their words are cheap, Like a knock-off watch, they don't keep time with the street. I've been self-made, no sugarcoat, While they were sleeping, I was plotting my escape. Now they're chasing clout, but I'm chasing destiny, My success story's more than a fleeting testament. They love money not me, it's a sad reality, They see the wealth, but they miss the soul's quality. I'm the ghost in the room, invisible to their greed, But when the chips down, it's all about what you truly need. They love money not me, but I'm still the king, The crown on my head, the bling on my ring. They chased the dollar signs, like it was the holy grail, But when it comes to loyalty, they're as fake as a snail. They switch lanes like a chameleon in the shade, But real recognize real, and I've got the shade. I spit fire, they spit ice, their hearts cold as a freezer, But mine burns brighter than the sun, a real believer. They'll do you dirty for a buck fifty, But I stand tall, my integrity's fifty million fifty. They love money not me, it's a sad reality, They see the wealth, but they miss the soul's quality. I'm the ghost in the room, invisible to their greed, But when the chips down, it's all about what you truly need. They love money not me, but I'm still the king, The crown on my head, the bling on my ring. Money's the root of all evil, but it's not my soul's intent, I've got more bars than the jails that they're in, no event. They can't comprehend, they're just in it for the rent, But I'm in it for the legacy, that's my heaven-sent. So keep your paper chase, your plastic smiles, I'm cool with being the underdog, climbing the mile. 'Cause when it's all said and done, it's the love that's worth while, The currency of hearts, that's my ultimate pile. They love money not me, but I'm the wealthiest in truth, Got more bars than their bank accounts, that's the proof. --- 🔔 *Like • Comment • Subscribe* if this hit your soul. 💬 Comment “REAL” if you felt this.