Hustle Hard , Smoke low

Lyrics
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Intro: Beat – verzerrtes Piano, tiefe 808. Einzigartige nasale Stimme, direkt, scharf:
Intro: Beat – verzerrtes Piano, tiefe 808. Einzigartige nasale Stimme, direkt, scharf:
Yeah… another track, another sleepless grind.
Headphones on, world off. Let's rewind.
Verse 1: Schneller, reicher Reimfluss, wütend
Wake up, check the screen – same numbers, still a flop
Made a banger, but the algorithm acts like I forgot
Upload, wait, refresh, repeat – nonstop
One track gets love, the next one gets the chop
Comment from a clown: "mid" – that's all he wrote
Forty-eight hours awake, I'm chokin' on my own smoke
Laptop glowin', ashtray full, another lonely night
Take a puff to kill the stress, then back into the fight
Pre-Chorus: Gerappt, keine Melodie, Stimme bricht leicht
They say "stay consistent" – so I grind 'til I bleed
Pour my soul in every bar, plantin' every seed
But the harvest is a ghost town, the ground keeps shakin'
One good hit away from breakin' – but I won't be forsaken
Chorus: Gerappt, mit Gang-Shouts (HEY!)
HUSTLE HARD, SMOKE LOW – that's the only way (HEY!)
Up for days, tryna find somethin' to say (HEY!)
Every fail, every hit – I'm losin' my mind
Chasin' the perfect sound, leavin' sleep behind (HEY!)
HUSTLE HARD, SMOKE LOW – I won't fade away
'Til I get it right or 'til I fuckin' die (HEY! HEY!)
Verse 2: Atemlos, mehr Silben, komplexe Reime
Fifteen seconds for the kids, then they scroll, they gone
Used to make art, now I manufacture from dusk 'til dawn
Gave up friends, gave up sleep, gave up feelin' sane
For a comment that says "mid" – that's the only fuckin' fame
I get from this obsession – call it hustle, call it curse
Every banger that I bury in the server is a hearse
For the part of me that used to love the music, not the numbers
Now I'm smokin' just to function, watch the industry turn to slumber
Bridge: Beat reduziert, geflüstert, dann steigernd, nasal
"Hey man, when's the last time you went outside?"
I can't remember – my whole world is a screen and a pride.
They don't get the high from a track that really connects...
(Shouted) IT'S BETTER THAN ANY DRUG – BUT THE LOWS? THEY WRECK!
Final Chorus: Gerappt, maximale Energie, Gang-Shouts
HUSTLE HARD, SMOKE LOW – that's the only way (HEY!)
I'll be in the lab 'til I get it right or 'til I fuckin' die (HEY!)
HUSTLE HARD, SMOKE LOW – I won't fade away
(HEY! HEY! HEY!)
Outro: Beat fade, letzte Zeile gesprochen, müde, entschlossen
Another joint. Another track. Maybe this one hits. Maybe not. Hustle hard. Smoke low.
(Verzerrtes Piano verklingt, dann Stille)
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