Lyrics
[Intro]
Mmm, mmm
Been so long
Mmm, mmm
Hold on
[Verse 1]
Sun up, same shoes, same corner
Grandma prayin’ oil on my forehead
Say, “Baby, this world don’t love you”
I say, “I’ma make it, I swore it”
Bills on my back like a backpack
Dreams in the trap by the trash can
Whole hood singin’ that sad chant
But I turn that chant to a game plan
[Chorus]
All day, all night, I hustle (all night)
Tryna make wrong feel right, I hustle (I fight)
If I fall once, I rise up double
Lord, guide my feet through the struggle
All day, all night, I hustle (all day)
Turn that pain into praise, I hustle (I pray)
If I lose once, I bounce back tougher
Lord, hold my hand through the gutter
[Verse 2]
Street light flicker on the one-way
Lean in my cup, fear in my chest
Mama say, “Boy, that’s a dead way”
But this dead-end payin’ the rent
Blue lights flash, heart start skippin’
Boy got hit, mama still missin’
Choir on the block, whole block listenin’
Hums in the dark with the pots in the kitchen
[Chorus]
All day, all night, I hustle (all night)
Tryna make wrong feel right, I hustle (I fight)
If I fall once, I rise up double
Lord, guide my feet through the struggle
All day, all night, I hustle (all day)
Turn that pain into praise, I hustle (I pray)
If I lose once, I bounce back tougher
Lord, hold my hand through the gutter
[Bridge]
Mmm, I was down bad, now I’m standin’ up
Mmm, had my hands out, now I’m manin’ up
Mmm, they threw dirt on my name and love
But I bloom in the mud, yeah, I bloom in the mud (oh)
[Chorus]
All day, all night, I hustle (all night)
Tryna make wrong feel right, I hustle (I fight)
If I fall once, I rise up double
Lord, guide my feet through the struggle
All day, all night, I hustle (all day)
Turn that pain into praise, I hustle (I pray)
If I lose once, I bounce back tougher
Lord, hold my hand through the gutter
Style
rapgrimy southern trap spiritualmale vocals. call-and-response hums and low gospel choir under a sparse piano loopheavy sub-bass and stuttering hi-hats. verses lean into swung trap drums and glitchy vocal chops; hook explodes with layered harmonies and pitched-down ad-libs. slow build from desperate grind to fierce upliftwith reverb-soaked claps evoking church handclaps in a smoky basement service.glitch
Prompt
Old negro spiritual meets new southern trap song about hustling in these streets all day and all night just to make it in this life, rap, trap, glitch, negro spiritual, heavy 808s
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RefinedGeneratedFeb 17, 2026
ModelAria v5
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