From The Bottom Mr. Mase (Ft. Master P & YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Chorus: Mr. Mase]
Came from the bottom, I had nothing, I couldn't even eat
[?], this pretend to see what I done seen
Remember all them cold nights, now I'm on my feet
Reminiscing the old, brought the hustle out of me
It brought the hustle out of me
It brought the hustle out of me
Remember all them cold nights, now I'm on my feet
Reminiscing the old, brought the hustle out of me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I remember them long nights, it was me and 3Three
Momma could never sleep at night, cause we was in the streets
Was sellin' ratchets, we had 30's, and we had them B's
At the table, Montana counting pills, I'm rollin' weed
I ain't never come in when the lights went out
I was up in New York when they broke in the house
I was steady hittin' licks when we fell in a drought
Had just pulled off when them boys ran down
Give a fuck who you is, I'll never stand down
Had no key to the trap, I ain't have no phone
On the come up, I ain't had no hand-outs
Went in, went hard, and I got it on my own
And I swear that they don't know, what I been through
I refuse to lose, all this shit that I been through
I ain't never go to school, walk in that bitch and I'm breakin' the rules
Revolver, never throwin' out no clues
Let him run up and he making the news