From Nothing

Uh, started off with nothing
How I turn that into something
Remember washing cars, barely made a couple hundred
Gas money came from hustling, now my wrist disgusting
Had to take that risk to touch it
Spend the dubs and stack the hundreds
Smoking loud, engine roaring, and my mental running
Niggas hating, think that I don't know how they really bummin
Graduated to the paper, so let's get this money
Remember being broke and bummy
Now this shit ain't funny

Now that pressure on me, do my thang, I'm not reluctant
Write a verse like every day, to make my vision public
Talking money, let's discuss it
Now I'm hot, it's bussing
And bro said roll another J, and I'm like alright fuck it
Just looking at my bank account, I hope a M will touch it
Spent that shit on nothing, made it back I'm just a hustler
From lighting lanterns, empty stomachs, now I can't speak for nothing
Just stayed down and plot and act like I ain't see it coming

Niggas they envy me now
I see the malice intent through the smiles
I was young and just dumb and ain't figured it out
I was done for a minute, I'm making it now (Ooh)
So close to the victory now
They think its the weed how I'm breaking it down
I wish bro could see how I'm painting the town
In my city get banged just for hanging around
As a youngin' struggled with some confidence
Now I can't go out in public without getting compliments
Young nigga, tell my story trying to get some sponsorships
We pull up all kinda whips
We got the drop
You got the drip, nigga