Hand Me Down Hustle by Dead Air Syndicate
Hand Me Down Hustle
[Intro]
Yeah…
Born into the struggle, taught to hustle before I breathe
Everything I own, I had to earn—hand-me-down hustle
[Verse 1]
Mama worked the nights, daddy barely around
Learned to flip scraps, make somethin’ from the ground
First lessons in the block, corners were the school
Every loss, every scar, life’s first rule
Inherited the grind, not the chain or the cash
Payin’ dues early, life moves fast
Dreams in my pocket, hunger in my chest
Hand-me-down hustle, put my patience to the test
[Hook]
Hand-me-down hustle, passed down in the streets
Learned the game young, before I learned my own beats
Stackin’ knowledge and paper, grindin’ through the pain
Inherited the struggle, but I’ll build my own lane
Hand-me-down hustle, lessons in the scars
Raised in the fire, reachin’ for the stars
[Verse 2]
Uncle showed me corners, cousins showed me tricks
Life ain’t sweet, gotta handle your own mix
Every block a classroom, every loss a grade
Grew up fast, had to sharpen the blade
Friends came and went, enemies stayed in sight
Learned loyalty’s rare, but survival’s a right
Money, respect, reputation to earn
Hand-me-down hustle, gotta wait your turn
[Hook]
Hand-me-down hustle, passed down in the streets
Learned the game young, before I learned my own beats
Stackin’ knowledge and paper, grindin’ through the pain
Inherited the struggle, but I’ll build my own lane
Hand-me-down hustle, lessons in the scars
Raised in the fire, reachin’ for the stars
[Bridge]
Every step I take, echoes of the past
Grind handed down, gotta make it last
No silver spoon, just lessons in the night
Hand-me-down hustle, keep my future tight
[Verse 3]
Now I’m runnin’ my block, respect on my name
Turned the hustle into power, sharpened my aim
Every scar a story, every grind a tool
Hand-me-down hustle, but I make my own rules
From corners to boardrooms, lessons never fade
Legacy of the streets, in every move I made
I hustle smarter, stronger, never forget
Hand-me-down hustle, it’s my life’s alphabet
[Hook/Outro]
Hand-me-down hustle, passed down in the streets
Learned the game young, before I learned my own beats
Stackin’ knowledge and paper, grindin’ through the pain
Inherited the struggle, but I’ll build my own lane
Hand-me-down hustle, lessons in the scars
Raised in the fire, reachin’ for the stars