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Started Out is a track by TRAE THA TRUTH, taken from the album “Still Tapped In”, released September 25, 2026 on ABN / Mozzy Records / EMPIRE. It runs 4:21 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Deezer link above to stream the full song.

[Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah, yeah Yeah Uh Ayy [Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah, I made somethin' out of nothin' Started with a dollar 'til it turned to a hundred (Yeah) Started with a gram 'til it turned to an onion (For real) Ridin' for my fam and only God can judge 'em, yeah (God can judge 'em) I turned nothin' into somethin' (Hey) Started out prayin' and a nigga still hustlin' (Amen) Fuck is y'all sayin'? All my niggas still thuggin' (Oh, yeah) Ridin' for the fam and only God can judge 'em [Trae the Truth] I started out tryna be the man of my home (Of my home) Everybody lookin' down on me like somethin' wrong (Like somethin' wrong) Days fly, baby, but I'm still holdin' on (Still holdin' on) If it was love, tell me why I'm prayin' all alone (Prayin' all alone) I used to wanna make a way, but then I got tired of livin' at the bottom Witnessin' homies turn into a victim, it's hard to believe the way the streets got 'em I remember many nights I would sleep in the car, lookin' for someone to give me a hand All I got up out of that was a cold shoulder, I couldn't understand ('Stand) Still I rised on my own (Own) Time to eat, I done starved for so long (Long) No more tears, just fight 'til I'm gone (Gone) No more fear, all hell done been shown (Shown) I cannot lie, I was broker than the people who stood on the corner to get them a dollar But now it's so different, I feel like I'm havin' my way, ain't no interest in me tryna holler (Yeah) [Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah, I made somethin' out of nothin' Started with a dollar 'til it turned to a hundred (Yeah) Started with a gram 'til it turned to an onion (For real) Ridin' for my fam and only God can judge 'em, yeah (God can judge 'em) I turned nothin' into somethin' (Hey) Started out prayin' and a nigga still hustlin' (Amen) Fuck is y'all sayin'? All my niggas still thuggin' (Oh, yeah) Ridin' for the fam and only God can judge 'em, yeah [Boosie Badazz] I really started out with nothin' Bust a nigga ass with no discussion, thuggin' Pistol-whipped that bitch for forty minutes like a Russian All I hang around is cold-blooded killers like my cousin Hang the clothes on the line so they can dry, hold up Salami, bread, scrambled eggs, what we call a fold-up Shit done changed, I'm the man, Connie boy done blowed up Don't give a fuck, I got it up, I'm gettin' that Rolls-Royce truck I'm a Louisianimal, we go Hannibal (We the truth) We put Forgis on foreigns, I'm from the capital (Baton Rouge) If you made somethin' out of nothin', police is after you Keep your pistol, but be careful, don't let 'em capture you (Boosie Badazz) I made somethin' out of nothin' [Sy Ari da Kid] (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I made somethin' out of nothin' Started with a dollar 'til it turned to a hundred (Yeah) Started with a gram 'til it turned to an onion (For real) Ridin' for my fam and only God can judge 'em, yeah (God can judge 'em) I turned nothin' into somethin' (Hey) Started out prayin' and a nigga still hustlin' (Amen) Fuck is y'all sayin'? All my niggas still thuggin' (Oh, yeah) Ridin' for the fam and only God can judge 'em, yeah [Mozzy] Ayy, struggle with me, grab a bundle, get outchea and hustle with me Love the bity, know I'm yellin' free the ones who's brung up with me Hung up with him, he a lifer, we been Pebble Beach since diapers Benz wagon full of snipers, pray to God they don't indict us Feelin' like the sole survivor, lift the wrist to show the diamonds Plug talkin', no consignments, chalked him out, need more assignments Keep it on me, know my priors, locked it in, it's no dividin' Mansion by the ocean vibin', don't belong, they know I'm slimin' Ever told you I went GBG 'bout 4th? You know they lyin' Chicken, that's what's on my mind, bitches, they be on my line Trippin', niggas know my kind, you trippin', bitch, don't blow my high You bangin', nigga, throw your sign, it's HGM, I'm holdin' it high [Sy Ari da Kid] (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I made somethin' out of nothin' Started with a dollar 'til it turned to a hundred (Yeah) Started with a gram 'til it turned to an onion (For real) Ridin' for my fam and only God can judge 'em, yeah (God can judge 'em) I turned nothin' into somethin' (Hey) Started out prayin' and a nigga still hustlin' (Amen) Fuck is y'all sayin'? All my niggas still thuggin' (Oh, yeah) Ridin' for the fam and only God can judge 'em, yeah

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  1. 01 On One E 2:21
  2. 02 Gangsta Party With God E 3:12
  3. 03 Preacher Man E 3:39
  4. 04 Pray For Me E 3:32
  5. 05 If It's Smoke E 2:48
  6. 06 Delicate E 2:31
  7. 07 Coffin Out E 2:55
  8. 08 Can't Get Away E 2:34
  9. 09 Haunted E 2:52
  10. 10 Let Ya Tears Fall E 3:09
  11. 11 Champion E 4:02