[Intro]
Started from the bottom on the real
Started from the bottom on the uhhh
[Verse 1]
n***a started from the bottom and I'm still f**in' here
This is not no diss song for Drizzy, let's make it clear
But I'm really from the bottom of bottoms, for real
I'm from South Scarborough, big up to Forest Hill
I really started from the bottom, this is not a gimmick
That's why I give you all these wicked and these wise lyrics
I never had nice clothes or shoes to go with it
Growing up, fridge empty, I'd love me a can of spinach
While some was eatin' steak, along with a side of greens
We was eatin' on some soup, maybe a can of beans
While you was rockin' Hilfiger, fresh on the scene
We grew up bummy, rockin' all them hand-me-down jeans
My moms was always tired, pops was always workin'
No matter what they did, money was always hurtin'
We traded years, from the shoes to the jackets
Jordans coming out, us ghetto n***as gotta have it
[Hook]
Started from the bottom on the real
Started from the bottom on the motherf**in' real n***a
(x4)
[Verse 2]
We went to high school broke, we never had a lunch
My moms would give me 5 bucks like every other month
We split bus tickets or we had to walk home
I had a pager, only a 1 2 man had a phone
Toronto City boy we kept it poppin'
Life sure doesn't wait for n***as that's from the bottom
Babylon hatin' on Camo like he a problem
I gave a lot of tears tryin' to achieve stardom
I couldn't work no 9-to-5, they wouldn't hire me
And anyone who did, only did to fire me
But it's all good, I kept it moving, I kept it breezy
All I wanted was my self-improvement, feel me?
You know the drill, I kept flippin' paper
I'mma do me, I give a f** about a hater
Cuz it started from the bottom and I loves it
Don't believe me? You can ask me when you see me in public n***a
[Hook]