YESTERDAY Lyrics – Hamza

YESTERDAY Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Just a hype sound to set the vibe.

[Pré-refrain]
The girls in the neighborhood have become numb, hardened by their rough lives. One of them is cooking drügs right in front of her crying child, showing how normal chaos has become. The young guys around there aren’t scared anymore—they’ve gotten used to danger. If you’re lucky, bullets only graze you. The streets are full of addicts and people who look like zombies. The younger boys have grown into gangsters. They count money and hang with women, moving in groups like they’re part of some secret society.

[Refrain]
He thinks about his father and sometimes feels really down. To cope, he smokes weed, which makes him cough. He hasn’t been able to sleep since the day before, his mind too heavy. These thoughts keep repeating—his dad, his sadness, and how he tries to escape it all with weed, but sleep still won’t come.

[Couplet 1]
He says he’s doing okay as long as his mom is okay. But then he remembers how haters came and shot up a club, and now grieving mothers are laying flowers. Getting rich was never his plan—he just wanted to live off his passion. He’s really high, carrying a gun but staying calm. He once wrote poems for a girl, but she burned them all. Now he’s drowning his health with drügs and alcohol. He hears voices in his head, and the girl who once wanted love from him doesn’t excite him anymore. No one chooses to live in slums, but the street seems cursed, pushing people toward death. If you want the product, you have to pay. He dreams of a luxury life like in the show “Zack & Cody,” but escaping the block feels impossible. He tells others to flush everything if cops show up. He keeps thinking about his locked-up friends. Meanwhile, someone is cooking coc*ine in the kitchen. He doesn’t want advice—just wants to get paid.

[Pré-refrain]
Girls in the hood have stopped feeling—they’ve seen too much. One of them is making drügs while her kid cries beside her. The boys in the area no longer feel fear. Getting shot is just part of life now. There are drug addicts everywhere, looking like walking dead. The little brothers grew into hardened gangsters. They count their money and keep track of their girls, moving together like they’re running some secret, organized operation.

[Refrain]
He keeps thinking about his dad, which brings him sadness. To deal with it, he smokes weed, even though it makes him cough. Sleep doesn’t come—he’s been awake since yesterday. His mind is too full of memories and emotions. Smoking is just his way to manage the pain, but nothing really helps.

[Couplet 2]
He gives a shoutout to his crew—robbers, killers, dealers, and heartbreakers. One of them was counting money while drinking, and the cops raided his place early in the morning. He says if someone crosses him, he’ll take them out and then go have dinner—no one can escape their fate. He starts his mornings by smoking weed, and all the kids in his area are armed. He says his life is real, not like in the movies. There’s even blood on his sneakers—his world is nothing like fiction. Losing friends has messed him up badly, and he drowns his pain in Hennessy. He tells a girl not to be scared and calls her “baby.” Since getting everything he wanted, his life has gone crazy. Girls in his neighborhood are still making and selling drügs. He tells someone to reload their gun and smoke that strong stuff. Everyone around is addicted—zombie-like and lost in the dope. He doesn’t feel the need to act tough—he’s sipping codeine mixed with promethazine. Right now, he’s popping pills, asking what’s up, and getting in his car, ready to roll.

[Pré-refrain]
The girls around him have lost all their emotions. One is making drügs while her little girl watches and cries. The boys have gotten so used to violence that they don’t even feel fear anymore. If you’re lucky, bullets might just graze you. The streets are crawling with addicts and people who seem like the walking dead. Younger boys have grown into hardened criminals. They’re always handling money and girls, moving as a tight crew, like something out of a secret society.

[Refrain]
His mind keeps going back to his father, and it brings a wave of sadness. He lights up some weed and smokes, trying to calm himself, even though it makes him cough. He hasn’t been able to sleep since yesterday—his thoughts are too heavy. The whole cycle of remembering, smoking, and staying awake just keeps repeating.