Lyrics:

[Hook]

Hustle, hustle, hustle
Grind, grind, grind
Heat off the asphalt, we still outside
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Grind, grind, grind
Speakers in the trunk make the whole block vibe

(Repeat twice. Let it ride.)

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[Verse 1]

I remember when we hit Popeyes late
Three-inch glass and a metal gate
Turn-style spin with the paper sack
Grease through the bottom, steam through the crack

Big dude stared at the piece inside
Face went tight, whole room went quiet
Spun it back, said “Y’all call this a breast?”
For a second there I thought that was it

Didn’t know if pride meant gun smoke
Didn’t know if ego meant choke
Just a biscuit and a fragile night
That’s how close it lived to fight

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[Hook]

Hustle, hustle, hustle
Grind, grind, grind
Heat off the asphalt, we still outside
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Grind, grind, grind
Speakers in the trunk make the whole block vibe

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[Verse 2]

I remember when my dad bought a spotlight
Mounted to the truck like a squad car light
Corner got loud, heels in the steam
Blue-white beam cut the night clean

They’d yell back “We tryin’ to eat!”
He’d say “We got kids on this street.”
Didn’t understand both sides then
Just knew tension lived in our skin

Poor arguing with poor at night
Nobody wrong, nobody right
Just survival bumpin’ survival
Block felt tribal

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[Hook]

Hustle, hustle, hustle
Grind, grind, grind
Heat off the asphalt, we still outside
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Grind, grind, grind
Speakers in the trunk make the whole block vibe

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[Verse 3]

I remember when he played the Landing
Neon river, tips in his hand
Guitar case open, smoke in the air
Sounded like freedom if you didn’t stare

East Side nights, grown man pride
One bad choice flipped the ride
Mama cryin’ at the kitchen sink
Not just hurt — but “how we gon’ eat?”

Mortgage due and fridge run thin
Groceries gone ‘cause ego stepped in
Learned real young what mistakes cost
When the music stops and the money lost

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[Hook]

Hustle, hustle, hustle
Grind, grind, grind
Heat off the asphalt, we still outside
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Grind, grind, grind
From bulletproof glass to surviving the night

Hustle, hustle, hustle
Grind, grind, grind
Speakers in the trunk make the whole block vibe
We remember when
But we still outside