[Intro]
Young & Hustlin' — feel the heartbeat, boom-bap in the back
Two kids, one ring, a thousand little tracks
[Verse 1]
Alarm at six, sippy cup spill on the floor,
Diaper bag clipped to the stroller, keys on the door.
Coffee gone cold, overtime light on my phone,
Two tiny faces waitin’ — home but I’m on my own.
Crayons on the couch, PTA notes on the fridge,
Paycheck do a dance while the bills do a bridge.
Married young, vows inked in the fall,
We lace up our dreams even when the money's small.
[Pre-Chorus]
We move in the margins, hustle in between,
Whispers at midnight, buildin’ our scene.
[Chorus]
Young and hustlin', two kids on my mind,
We grind, we rise, keepin' time.
Young and hustlin', two kids on my mind,
We grind, we rise, keepin' time.
[Verse 2]
Diapers in the backseat, lunchbox in the trunk,
Dreams folded in my pocket like a half-full bank of junk.
Overtime on my thumb, deadlines on my breath,
I sing lullabies through emails, prayin’ we don’t forget.
First steps on the linoleum, birthday candles blown out,
We celebrate small wins, let the joy drown the doubt.
Side gigs after bedtime, pen scratches while they sleep,
Plantin’ seeds in the dark so one day we can reap.
[Pre-Chorus]
Late-night negotiations with life and with fate,
Hold on to each other, we ain’t losin’ faith.
[Chorus]
Young and hustlin', two kids on my mind,
We grind, we rise, keepin' time.
Young and hustlin', two kids on my mind,
We grind, we rise, keepin' time.
[Rap Breakdown — 10 bars]
Sippy cups at 6AM, overtime on my phone,
Diapers in the backseat, dreams in my pocket, not alone.
Multisyllable moves, mama hums, daddy writes bars,
Crayon murals on the fridge like a constellation of stars.
Paycheck to paycheck, but we stitch a bigger plan,
Night shifts, day shifts, hustle with a steady hand.
Baby laughs in the stairwell, echoes like a drumline,
We trade sleep for the future, trade quick cash for long time.
PTA by the day, bars by the night,
Young and hustlin’ — keepin’ our future in sight.
[Bridge — Turning Point]
There was a night I stared at the ceiling and I felt the fear,
Counted coins, missed calls, thought the shore was nowhere near.
Then little fingers curled around mine and pulled me back in place,
Their tiny breath whispered truth — I’m enough when I embrace.
Scared sometimes I’ll fail them, let the promise fade away,
But every scared moment taught me how to pray.
Sacrifice is heavy, love carry the weight,
I’d give up all my yesterdays to make their tomorrow great.
[Chorus — Variation]
Young and hustlin', two kids on my mind,
We grind, we rise, keepin' time.
Young and hustlin', two kids on my mind,
We grind, we rise, keepin' time.
[Outro]
Crayon on the couch, lullabies on repeat,
We lace dreams to the diapers, march steady through the heat.
Young & Hustlin' — we write our family lines,
Two kids, one promise, love keepin’ time.
[Tag]
Young and hustlin' — chant it like a vow,
We grind, we rise, we’re here, we’re now.
