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Intro: (Alex Russell)
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 owe no one shit, this is hard work and grit
Spent so damn long tryna hustle the brick

Ain't pushin' some 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 One: (Alex Russell)
Swallow my drink, tryna be big news
Pictures of me, all on Fox in this bitch
No boxin' in, I'm unboxin' myself
No dad to raise me, it put me through hell

No, I ain't lazy, been tryna be well
But y'all only now care for my ass on the shelf
Backwards as hell, shoot me with bullets
You still couldn't kill all the lines that they felt
My motive hasn't only been big racks
But you know that I'm tryna get there
You pop off, better be really be 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 owe no one shit, this is hard work and grit
Spent so damn long tryna hustle the brick

Ain't pushin' some 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 Two: (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 the reason I hustle
On a 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, everybody plottin', want to take my peace
Wanna get money tryna play my team
Y'all never gon' get it 'cause you ain't 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 Pippen

I'mma 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 to get it 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 owe no one shit, this is hard work and grit
Spent so damn long tryna hustle the brick

Ain't pushin' some 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