Lyrics
(Intro)
Yeah, Hustle Hard, they said, that's the motto
Grind 'til you shine, yeah, that's the motto
But yo, this motto got me lookin' like a shadow
Eyes bloodshot, body achin', ain't no lotto
(Verse 1)
Remember nights I slept four hours, phone blowin' up
Deadlines loom, gotta keep the paper flowin' up
Built an empire, yeah, the crown is heavy though
Sacrificed my youth, just to watch the seconds go
Used to dream of mansions, foreign whips and yachts
Now I stare at concrete, missin' childhood hopscotch
Always on the move, ain't got time to breathe or chill
This hustle culture got me trapped, payin' a hefty bill
(Chorus)
Burned out, yeah, that's the new black
Ambition's fire turned to ash in my attack
Empty bank account, trophies stacked high
But the weight of the world got a tear in my eye
(Verse 2)
Social media flex, gotta show the winnin' side
But the pressure's buildin', ain't nowhere left to hide
Fake it 'til you make it, that's the twisted game
But the cracks are showin', ain't the same, feelin' the shame
Remember nights with the crew, laughin' till it hurt
Now it's emails, meetings, ain't got time for that dirt
Lost the simple pleasures, the joy in the chase
Traded sunsets for boardrooms, a soul out of place
(Chorus) //
(Intro)
Yeah, Hustle Hard, they said, that's the motto. Grind 'til you shine, yeah, that's the motto. But yo, this motto got me lookin' like a shadow, Eyes bloodshot, body achin', ain't no lotto
(Verse 1) Remember nights I slept four hours, phone blowin' up. Deadlines loom, gotta keep the paper flowin' up. Built an empire, yeah, the crown is heavy though. Sacrificed my youth, just to watch the seconds go Used to dream of mansions, foreign whips and yachts
Now I stare at concrete, missin' childhood hopscotch Always on the move, ain't got time to breathe or chill
This hustle culture got me trapped, payin' a hefty bill
(Chorus)
Burned out, yeah, that's the new black
Ambition's fire turned to ash in my attack
Empty bank account, trophies stacked high
But the weight of the world got a tear in my eye (Verse 2) Social media flex, gotta show the winnin' side
But the pressure's buildin', ain't nowhere left to hide
Fake it 'til you make it, that's the twisted game
But the cracks are showin', ain't the same, feelin' the shame Remember nights with the crew, laughin' till it hurt
Now it's emails, meetings, ain't got time for that dirt Lost the simple pleasures, the joy in the chase Traded sunsets for boardrooms, a soul out of place (Chorus) //
