As one of the six epicenters of Southern hip hop, Memphis has always had a thriving underground capable of producing major platinum superstars such as Eightball & MJG, 3-6 Mafia and Project Pat,Skip a.k.a Gianni Booker. All of the above-mentioned artists at one point in time literally dominated the city’s underground rap scene before going on to become national superstars. Next up to bat is Yo Gotti, M-Town’s current underground rap kingpin. Like his namesake John Gotti, the Memphis based rapper has been running the Southern underground scene with an iron fist for the past. Known and respected throughout the South for his skill and finesse on the microphone, Yo Gotti is one the South’s most respected young rappers.
Born Mario Mims, Yo Gotti grew up in the infamous Ridge Crest Apartments in a North Memphis neighborhood called Frazier. His childhood was typical for a poor ghetto youth in the Deep South. Raised in a family of hustlers and exposed to hard times 24 hours a day the Tennessee rap titan soon turned to the only thing that he knew could get him paid, hustling. “Being from the hood things like hustling will come your way,” says Yo Gotti. “Everybody in my family hustled in some kinda way.” Ironically, hustling is what ultimately led Yo Gotti to rapping.
Taking his cue from Memphis rap legends such as Eightball & MJG, Al Kapone, Gangsta Black, Triple 6 Mafia and Kingpin Skinny Pimp, all of whom he lists as influences, Yo Gotti released his own underground tape entitled, Youngster on the Come Up and placed it on consignment at local mom & pop record stores as well as hustling it out the trunk. The tape sold like hotcakes on the street and made Yo Gotti the hottest rapper on the streets of Memphis. From the Dope Game to the Rap Game, Yo Gotti’s sophomore effort sold so well that Select-O-Hits, a local based independent distributor offered him a small deal and the Memphis rapper more than doubled his fan base with absolutely no marketing or promotions. Soon he found himself ranked among the city’s top rappers. In addition to being featured on the cover of Murderdog Magazine along side his idols Kingpin Skinny Pimp and Al Kapone his record From the Dope Game to the Rap Game made the list for the magazine’s top independent record for the year 2000.
Two years later he inked a distribution deal with TVT Records and released the critically acclaimed album Life, which did respectable numbers for an independent label. “It sold about 40 or 50,000, with no promotions or video,” says Yo Gotti. “That record did what it did on its own.” But as the old saying goes when one door is closed another opened. Gotti’s reputation as the king of Memphis continued to spread and that eventually led him to a production deal with Cash Money/Universal records for his group the Block Burnaz. With his TVT sophomore album entitled Back 2 Da Basics, Yo Gotti returns with the same hardcore street flavor that his die-hard fans have come to know and love, only this time around the true king of Memphis has elevated his game a bit. Given the fact that his last record didn’t do the type of big number he’d hope for you’d think that Yo Gotti would switch up his style to reach a larger audience. Right? Wrong! According to Gotti his street credibility with his underground fans means more to him than gold or platinum status.
“The one thing that you have to understand is that when you create a fan base off of street product the last thing you wanna do is disrespect them by changing because of the record companies and stuff like that. When you do that you change what created you. To me it is very important that I keep in tune with the people that helped to sell 40,000 records independently. That’s why I call my record Back 2 Da Basics.”
Produced by DJ Thoomp, Mannie Fresh, Carlos Brody and newcomers Street Tunes, Back 2 Da Basics offers fans a gritty, insider’s view into the real streets of Memphis as seen through the eyes of Yo Gotti. Nowhere is this viewpoint more intense than on “Full Time,” the amped up lead single –and featured in the MTV Films’ Hustle & Flow movie - with a thunderous bass and intoxicating beat that espouses Gotti’s formula to success –hustle full time.
“A lotta cats wanna be a rapper or a street hustler but they don’t wanna put in the time that it takes,” says Yo Gotti. “They want the money and the cars and the girls, but they don’t wanna work hard for it. But to be successful at anything you gotta grind for it.” On the song “Mama We Gone Be Alright,” he waxes introspective by reflecting on all of the hard times that he and his family have suffered through the years and offers her hope-filled words encouragement. “Mama We Gone Be Alright” along with the gripping tune “My Story” emerges as two of the most interesting songs on Back 2 Da Basics. These three titles along with club banging songs like “Shorty” featuring Baby make Back 2 Da Basics one of the best albums of the year.
Hustle Hard
Yo Gotti Lyrics
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I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
Okay, I’m booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
got but a house note in my pocket
I’m on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
and I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin’ too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I’m all about the new Franklins
Ain’t talkin’ Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I’m hiphop Derek Jeter
And I’m still feeling my pockets
Big bass and its knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I’ll go walking back to my household
“We The best” be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
nigga flow so retarded
we be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause its the
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle for the bread, hustle to them bad,
Hustle is my name, all I know is came
My heart get no feel is, … got no …
Niggers in my benice, tossed up decisions
They is still my niggers, I won’t stalk my partners
Nick can’t sound with me or listen, nigger shoot new choppers
Look at my wallet, trying to raise my daughters
Money on the … books I sent to my partners
Rapping they changing, young niggers they’re brainless
I hold my own, cause my partners let me hanging
… wonder what they’re claiming
Choppers shooting … no lame shots they’re aiming
Niggers playing like killers, beefing out on Twitter
Sworn like the … with my blister
I am meister bad rob, coming to nigger show
like let me get that chains cause I know you nigger’s whose
all the rappers they trap us, all bitches they models
dj got ego, put it in a bottle, damn
…I’m a mean cause I look up, I’m a real nigger, can’t have me,
or buy me, but guess what,
… play with me wish you would
stand for refill … rap nigger but he’s still a murderer
…we rock you
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
24’s on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds that’s me nigga
No you bitches can’t get my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
pussy niggas can’t count me out, don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 ?, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but’s it’s different yay
Yeah that’s candy paint, On my 7 Tre
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
Ok, now, black card in my pocket
Riding round in that gotti
Pistol off my boxers
I ain’t got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right or she shopping
Young money we poppin’
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that’s Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You niggas chicken, pollo
nigga live on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I’m authentic
I’ll fuck the bitches ’til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You pussy niggas you feline
Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I’m with Mack, ? and Marley
Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard.
The lyrics of Yo Gotti's song "Hustle Hard" express the struggles and determination of someone who is hustling to make a living. The opening lines, "Same old shit, just a different day, I can try to get it, each and every way," highlight the repetitive and monotonous nature of their life, where they are constantly grinding and hustling to survive. They acknowledge the responsibilities and needs of their loved ones, such as their mother needing a house and their baby needing shoes, which motivates them to work even harder.
The chorus, "Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard," emphasizes their relentless hustle and determination to succeed. They are aware that they need to constantly strive and work harder to achieve their goals. The line, "Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard," serves as a reminder that they must speak up and take action to get what they want. It suggests that in their environment, opportunities are not given freely, and they must assert themselves and seize every opportunity that comes their way.
Throughout the song, Yo Gotti showcases his luxurious lifestyle and success as a result of his hustle. He mentions his booked-out schedule, show money deposits, and his ability to purchase expensive items like a house note in his pocket and a Chevrolet sitting high. These lyrics illustrate the fruits of his hard work. He also boasts about his association with other hip-hop figures like Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, and DJ Khaled, further highlighting his status and success.
Overall, "Hustle Hard" captures the relentless determination, struggles, and rewards of hustling in the pursuit of success.
Line by Line Meaning
Same old shit, just a different day
Every day is filled with the same struggles and challenges
I can try to get it, each and every way
I will do whatever it takes to succeed
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
My family is in need of basic necessities
Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do
In difficult times, I will continue to hustle and work hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
I am dedicated and focused on working relentlessly
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
If you don't speak up and take opportunities, you won't succeed
Ok, now, black card in my pocket
I have financial success and can afford anything
Riding round in that gotti
I'm driving in a luxurious car
Pistol off my boxers
I carry a gun for protection
I ain’t got time to be boxing
I don't have time for unnecessary conflicts
Got a red bone she look tropic
I have a light-skinned woman who is attractive
If she fuck me right or she shopping
If she pleases me sexually or buys me things, I'll keep her around
Young money we poppin’
My crew, Young Money, is successful and thriving
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
I dominate and outperform other rappers
See that V-neck, that’s Polo
I wear expensive designer clothing
Grilled up like Ocho
I have a lot of flashy jewelry on
Chuck Taylors with no socks
I have a laid-back, casual style
You niggas chicken, pollo
You guys are weak and scared
nigga live on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
I party and have fun constantly
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
I have an extremely confident and impressive style
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
I live in a luxurious home with extravagant features
Real nigga I’m authentic
I am genuine and true to myself
I’ll fuck the bitches ’til she short winded
I have sexual encounters until the girl is exhausted
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
I have a beautiful woman who works as a bartender
Couple homies that gang bang
I have friends who are involved in gang activities
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
I excel when featured on other artists' songs
Free my nigga T.I
I wish for the release of my friend, T.I.
SooWoo to the beehive
I show respect and acknowledge different gangs and communities
Got a G6 and a G5
I own two private airplanes
You pussy niggas you feline
You weak individuals are like cats, not lions
Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley
We continue to have a good time and enjoy ourselves
Oh kimosabe, I’m with Mack, ? and Marley
I am with my friends Mack, ?, and Marley
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Branden Harris
2019 & this still bang 😈🎤
thabus57
he went hard on this one.
Doc Geezy
Yo Gotti Is The Truth!!
Brown
gotti went harder then gucci on that hustle hard
630Infamouz630
My Heart Got NO Feelings.
redeyez956
gotti go so hard i been gettin the real payin dues lettin cats get the real soundscan they need shit be heart on the mic support hip hop by the real shit
efresh1982
GOTTI GO HARD
Petwayboy
Yo gotti a beast fa real
Tyrell P
should have been on the official remix
Danielle Dorsey
Gotti Dha truth 1 Of Dha Realest Who Eva done It Fuck Dha Bullshit when Its all sed And Done My Guy Still Gettinq IT Keep Puttinq Usz on Dha Map! #NORTHMEMPHiSZBITCH<3