Music or money

[Verse 1] I came up from the bottom with a pen and a pad, Dreams bigger than the rent that I barely had. Every beat, every bar, every night in the booth, While the streets whisper lies, I was chasin’ the truth. They said, “Get the bag, forget the vibe,” But what’s money if your soul ain’t alive? Labels throw chains, but I ain’t a slave, Rather die broke than rich in a cage. [Chorus] Money or music, what’s your vice? Would you sell your soul for a higher price? Fame fade fast, but the art lives on, So I rhyme ’til the pain and the pride is gone. [Verse 2] See, the devil wears gold and a tailored suit, But I spit raw fire from a humble booth. I ain’t never had much, but my flow was enough, Still they test my will when the road gets tough. I could fake the flex, chase the chart, But I’d rather speak truth from a bleeding heart. Money talks loud, but the music heals, It’s the hunger in the verse that the struggle reveals. [Chorus] Money or music, what’s your choice? Do you chase the cash or uplift your voice? Quick fame dies, but the real stays strong, So I write ’til the rights kill all the wrongs. [Bridge] It’s a war in my mind, every time I decide, Do I hustle for the limelight or keep my pride? I got mouths to feed, but I bleed this beat, So I rhyme like my life’s on a looping repeat. [Outro] So if you ever ask what I’m in this for— It’s the music first, always, forever more. The fame and the fortune can fade like smoke, But the bars I spit? That’s my realest quote.