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[Intro: Alex Russell]
Ay
Started from nothin', these bitches are buggin'
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
They blowin' my phone like I'm owin' 'em somethin'
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it

[Chorus: Alex Russell]
Started from nothin', these bitches are buggin'
They blowin' my phone like I'm owin' 'em somethin'
Ain't own no one shit, this is [?] I can [?]
Spent so damn long tryna hustle the brick
Ain't pushin' dope, I've been pushin' some hits
If you want problems, got boys with the shits
Oh, that's your bitch? Why she sendin' me pictures?
She comin' right through just to swallow this–

[Verse 1: Alex Russell]
Swallow my drink, tryna be big news
Pictures of me, yell, "I'm on Fox," in this bitch
No boxin' in, I'm unboxin' myself
No dad to raise me, you put me through hell
No, I ain't lazy, been tryna be well
But y'all only not careful, my ass on the shelf
Backwards as hell, shoot me with bullets
You still couldn't kill up the lies that they felt
[?] only been big wrecks
But you know that I'm tryna get there
You pop off, better be ready with the shits, yeah
Have your whole squad lookin' pissed, yeah
You really think your bitch been kidnapped
She just told me she tryna get her shit smashed
Got her back and neck hurt, no whiplash
Leavin' my crib lookin' like she mismatched
[Chorus: Alex Russell]
Started from nothin', these bitches are buggin'
They blowin' my phone like I'm owin' 'em somethin'
Ain't own no one shit, this is [?] I can [?]
Spent so damn long tryna hustle the brick
Ain't pushin' dope, I've been pushin' some hits
If you want problems, got boys with the shits
Oh, that's your bitch? Why she sendin' me pictures?
She comin' right through just to swallow this–

[Verse 2: Vin Jay]
Y'all livin' life in a bubble
Grindin', I feel like my knees 'bout to buckle
Been on the bottom, so I know the struggle
I'm sick of the pain, that's a reason I hustle
On the mission, ain't got a minute to hesitate
Wanna make it to the top, let me demonstrate
On the real though, I think I need to get away
Whole team holdin' out for some better days
So I chase my dream, ee'erybody plottin', want to take my peace
Wanna get money tryna play my team
Y'all never gon' get it 'cause you're way like me
Said I'm on the rise, no limits, I've been on the grind for a minute
Swear them other guys don't get it
'Member when I ride in the Civic? Yeah, now the boy fly like Pivot
Now I'ma mind my business while I prove my worth
Fuck y'all help, I'ma get it from the dirt
If I get a handout, please tell me what it's worth
When I'm in it for the long haul, not thinking of first
Let 'em all talk, I ain't never gon' stop
Broke in the game, and I got it on lock
Let 'em all doubt, but they still gon' watch
'Til the young boy going down like Pac
'Til I get dropped and they put him in a graveyard
I'm a leader of myself, I'ma take charge
But I keep on pushing with a brave heart
'Til the name "Young Prophet" a trademark, yeah
So I'll make it happen, finally been reapin' the things I've imagined
Ain't no regrets at the moment, I'm passin'
Won't let the fear overpower my passion, yeah
[Chorus: Alex Russell]
Started from nothin', these bitches are buggin'
They blowin' my phone like I'm owin' 'em somethin'
Ain't own no one shit, this is [?] I can [?]
Spent so damn long tryna hustle the brick
Ain't pushin' dope, I've been pushin' some hits
If you want problems, got boys with the shits
Oh, that's your bitch? Why she sendin' me pictures?
She comin' right through just to swallow this–