All In the Hustle

🎵 Title: “All In the Hustle” 🎵

Vibe: East Coast boom-bap or cinematic drill. Mood: hungry, focused, relentless.

 

[Intro – spoken over gritty beat]

Early mornings, late nights

Dreams too loud to ignore

Every scar, every setback — fuel

I don’t just want it… I need it

 

[Verse 1 – rap]

I came from nothin’, had to build it from the floor

Vision tunnel-deep, couldn’t see the doubt no more

Pocket full of change, heart full of flame

Now it’s million-dollar thoughts runnin’ through my brain

Ten toes down, never fold, never fake

I was broke in the cold with a dream I couldn’t shake

Now I’m stackin’ up my purpose, grindin’ through the fight

Movin’ in the shadows like I’m Frank White

They see the glory, not the pain in the climb

Had to fail ten times just to learn how to shine

They was sleepin’, I was plottin’ — every loss was a plan

Turned pressure into gold, now I’m holdin’ in my hands

 

[Hook – sung or chanted]

This that hustle in my veins, that “never quit” life

That up-before-sunrise, dreamin’ at midnight

That climb from the dirt, where the stars take flight

Ain’t no plan B — I’m doin’ this right

All in the hustle, no fear in my sight

Chasin’ down fate, like I’m Frank White

Gotta eat, gotta build, gotta earn what’s mine

Blood, sweat, and bars — that’s the bottom line

 

[Verse 2 – rap]

I ain’t do it for the flex, I do it for the fam

Tryna flip a dream like I’m flippin’ a gram

From the lunch line to the headlines

Same ones who doubted now rewindin’ my rhymes

They said “slow down,” I said “watch me go”

I was raised by the fire, taught to move low

Everything I lost just made the hunger grow

Now it’s penthouse prayers from a basement flow

Sacrifice the comfort for the vision in my chest

I don’t pray for luck — I train like a threat

Every verse, every set, every step I write

I do it King style — like I’m Frank White

 

[Hook – repeat with more energy]

This that hustle in my veins, that “never quit” life

That up-before-sunrise, dreamin’ at midnight

That climb from the dirt, where the stars take flight

Ain’t no plan B — I’m doin’ this right

All in the hustle, no fear in my sight

Chasin’ down fate, like I’m Frank White

Gotta eat, gotta build, gotta earn what’s mine

Blood, sweat, and bars — that’s the bottom line

 

[Outro – spoken, beat fades]

They don’t hand out crowns — you earn ‘em

Grind ain’t pretty. But it’s worth it

Build the throne. Be the king.

And when they ask how?

Tell ‘em: “Like I’m Frank White.”