Queen of the Hustle

[Verse 1]
Up at dawn, the grind don't quit,
Diapers, dishes, life’s misfit.
Baby on the hip while the bills pile thick,
Dance with the struggle, a two-step trick.
[Chorus]
Queen of the hustle, crown made of fire,
Building an empire for that one desire.
Little eyes watch every move I inspire,
Mother and warrior, never expire.
[Verse 2]
Groceries in hands, dreams in the cart,
Lullabies sung with a battle-worn heart.
Chasing that paycheck, the world feels stark,
But baby smiles turn dark into spark.
[Bridge]
They whisper doubts, but I’m deaf to the shade,
Painting my life with the fists I’ve made.
Single doesn’t mean I’m half or betrayed,
Stronger solo, a fortress I’ve laid.
[Verse 3]
Rent due soon, but the hustle breeds hope,
Got these tough streets on an invisible rope.
Laundry swirling, my thoughts elope,
Weaving survival, a maternal trope.
[Chorus]
Queen of the hustle, crown made of fire,
Building an empire for that one desire.
Little eyes watch every move I inspire,
Mother and warrior, never expire.

moody atmosphere, female vocals, rap, heavy 808s, trap