Hustle Harder Than Yesterday
Sweetie
male vocals
rap
clean
Sparse Atlanta trap bounce with clean
chesty male vocals upfront. Slick
crystal-clear low-end and bright hats; hook leans on a simple
menacing lead synth and sub bass. Verses stay tight and rhythmic with ad-libs and quick flows; chorus opens with stacked chants
wide delays
and a subtle vocal double for weight.
Создано янв 11, 2026
Тексты
[Intro]
Yeah
Early morning grind, late night plans
Still countin'
Still climbin'
[Verse 1]
Woke up hungry, stomach talkin'
Phone on silent, money callin'
Mama said "slow down"
I just hit the gas, kept walkin'
Same hoodie, same shoes, long week
Turn crumbs into plates, we gon' eat
Turn doubt into drive in the backseat
Turn "maybe one day" to a stamp on the receipt (yeah)
[Chorus]
Hustle hard, hustle harder than yesterday (than yesterday)
Every loss, every scar, that’s the resume (that’s the resume)
If it ain’t about the bag, we don’t conversate (nah)
I just wake up, pray up, then I elevate
Hustle hard, hustle harder than yesterday
[Verse 2]
I remember flat phone, dead line
Now the numbers run laps, headline
Used to split five wings, both sides
Now we tip big, still thank God each time (for real)
Whole team came up off late shifts
Turned fake friends into vague lists
Turned small talk into straight business
Turned side eyes into "how you did this?" (how?)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Hands ashy from the grind but the mind clean (mind clean)
Vision sharper than the cut on the new jeans (new jeans)
Everybody want a piece of the new dream
But they vanished when the tank hit E (where they go?)
[Chorus]
Yeah
Early morning grind, late night plans
Still countin'
Still climbin'
[Verse 1]
Woke up hungry, stomach talkin'
Phone on silent, money callin'
Mama said "slow down"
I just hit the gas, kept walkin'
Same hoodie, same shoes, long week
Turn crumbs into plates, we gon' eat
Turn doubt into drive in the backseat
Turn "maybe one day" to a stamp on the receipt (yeah)
[Chorus]
Hustle hard, hustle harder than yesterday (than yesterday)
Every loss, every scar, that’s the resume (that’s the resume)
If it ain’t about the bag, we don’t conversate (nah)
I just wake up, pray up, then I elevate
Hustle hard, hustle harder than yesterday
[Verse 2]
I remember flat phone, dead line
Now the numbers run laps, headline
Used to split five wings, both sides
Now we tip big, still thank God each time (for real)
Whole team came up off late shifts
Turned fake friends into vague lists
Turned small talk into straight business
Turned side eyes into "how you did this?" (how?)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Hands ashy from the grind but the mind clean (mind clean)
Vision sharper than the cut on the new jeans (new jeans)
Everybody want a piece of the new dream
But they vanished when the tank hit E (where they go?)
[Chorus]