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[Intro]
Sixteen with a bus pass and a pocket full of plans
Learned to count every dollar before I counted friends
[Verse 1]
Mama worked the late shift, kettle on the stove
I was learning what a promise cost, what a favor owed
Corner store receipts folded in my coat
Every little win felt like a lifeboat
School bell rang, I was somewhere making calls
Dreams in a notebook, pressure in the walls
Older heads said, “Kid, keep your eyes low”
I kept mine forward, had a long road
[Pre-Chorus]
I wasn’t born with silver in the drawer
Had to turn a locked door into something more
Every bruise became a map I could read
Every loss put a little more speed in my feet
[Chorus]
I been hustling since sixteen
Trying to make a way from a cracked dream
Hands got tired but I stayed clean
Still chasing daylight from the backseat
I been hustling since sixteen
Now I know what every hard year means
If I fall, I get back on my feet
Built a whole life from a small seed
[Verse 2]
First check disappeared into the overdue stack
Second one bought groceries, brought some breathing room back
I saw friends take shortcuts, vanish from the frame
Some came home different, some never came
I learned the quiet work nobody claps for
Sweeping up mistakes from the same floor
Kept a list of names I promised I’d repay
Kept a little faith for a better day
[Pre-Chorus]
I wasn’t born with silver in the drawer
Had to turn a locked door into something more
Every bruise became a map I could read
Every loss put a little more speed in my feet
[Chorus]
I been hustling since sixteen
Trying to make a way from a cracked dream
Hands got tired but I stayed clean
Still chasing daylight from the backseat
I been hustling since sixteen
Now I know what every hard year means
If I fall, I get back on my feet
Built a whole life from a small seed
[Bridge]
Tell the younger me, “You don’t have to run
You can build something steady underneath the sun”
All that hunger doesn’t have to turn cold
You can keep your heart while you carry the load
[Final Chorus]
I been hustling since sixteen
Turned the hard days into evergreen
Hands got tired but I stayed clean
Now the whole room knows what I mean
I been hustling since sixteen
Every scar got a story sewn in
If I fall, I get back on my feet
Built a whole life from a small seed
[Outro]
Sixteen with a bus pass, now I’m standing tall
Still remember every night I had nothing at all
Details
GeneratedSep 11, 2026
Duration3:10
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty narrative hip-hop, midtempo boom-bap groove, dusty chopped soul fragments, tight kick and snare, warm sub bass, sparse piano accents, confident male rap with conversational urgency, verses build from restrained to forceful, hook opens wider with layered ad-libs, raw room texture and punchy modern mix
Credits
Prompt byVividFlow558
ModelAria v6
Prompt
Hustler since 16 years old
