[Verse 1]
Yeah 2012 I was trapped in New York
Trying to write music, back to the wall
Trying to find a way out struggling too weak
Reaching in my pocket no money to eat
Put my headphones on while I walk through the streets
Sleeping on a couch with no dollars just dreams
Dreams and dreams as I go to the office at work
So depressed because I knew what the fuck I deserved
Shit just got on my nerves
Calling and texting these chicks, back home but
They ain't care they just left me dismissed
You doing shit in New York City homeboy you just made it
Nuh uhh partner i'm living shitty and basic
Seeing all my friends having fun up at home
While i'm in a big city just stuck on my own
Suitcases full of clothes can't pay off my phone
Living so alone crying fucked up and broke
Saying what am I to do

[Hook]
What am I to do
Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Oh)
What am I to do
Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Whoa, nana)

[Verse 2]
2014 now i'm back up at home
Getting back up on my feet money stacking and growing
With my best friends tryna make this shit pop
And now i'm seeing all the friends I can take to the top
Wanted to bring my brother but we had some fights
He tried to put his hands on me that shit wasn't right
Tryna argue bout so much had to say it in song
I still love you but you gotta admit when your wrong
I don't care if your older we grew up with no daddy
You treated all of us like shit you should value your family
Quit making drama with your siblings stop being a pansy
And maybe you could be beside me when I win a grammy
I know it's stupid i'm rapping about this shit
And I know that i'm sounding bitter
But man up to all your problems instead of going on twitter
Were men, were still family I've grown a cold kid
So you can miss me with that little boy shit!

[Hook]
What am I to do
Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Oh)
What am I to do
Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Whoa, nana)
What am I to do
Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Whoa, nana)
What am I to do
[Verse 3]
Uhh, 2015 I thought it was over
It was the end of September man I couldn't be sober
Near my birthday felt the edge coming closer
Momma here im 22 without her near my shoulders
I'm lifting boulders with no muscle
Ya'll can control Russell
Label calling like what do we do I don't know Russell
Why you wanna go and do this shit on your own Russell
J without Russell in the mixer is no Russell
Used to have a label now i'm here by myself
All respect to my old family that came in for help
But now its just myself up in this business with
Some dollars to invest, in an industry where I am not the best
Everybody got bangers, everybody got dope beats
Everybody trappin, everybody can hold heat
They all got publicists, they all got them blog posts
They all got investors and i'm here working all alone
Backstage at shows not blending in cause I ain't a product
Of that new wave popping or whatever you call it
Not a diss to anyone I got nobody to hate
But I be lying if I said that I belong in this game
Sometimes I hate music, but I know I'll love it through stress
Different rappers dissin me throwing me nothing but threats
But if they hate me they should kill me, but as big as I get
I will still be young Russell till death