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From The Bottom
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Yup, yup, yup Yup, yup, yup, yup Yup, yup, yup, yup Yup, yup Look, I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted in the plastic on my lap Grindin', you know where you can find me (Geah) Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah (Young boss of the city, n***a) Pinellas County born (Born), South Florida raisеd (Raised) Born in the slums wherе the young ain't safe (Murder city) Never had a crumb so a thug I became Started sellin' dope, just to get the new J's (J's) My momma wasn't there (There), my daddy wasn't either So I said f**k school, the block was my teacher (Oakwood) Wasn't good at math but I could break down a half In a pot, let it rock, and have the block on smash (Yeah) That was how me and my n***as ate (Ate) Addicted to the fast cash, we was all flippin' big weight In and outta state, gettin' cake like we won the lotto Flyin' birds in the trunk like there's no tomorrow That's the code that we live by, die by (By) So now the donk sit high when I ride by (So high) And BMU the only n***as that I ride for (Geah) 'Til my eyes close, n***a Look, I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted in the plastic on my lap Grindin', you know where you can find me Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah Money, it's one hell of a motivation (Motivations) But it could put you in some f**ked up situations I learned how to flip that white (Flip that white) But that white almost got me life (Got me life) Knock, knock, the feds at the front door (Door) Half a brick in the toilet tryna flush more (More) What the f**k I'ma do now (Huh?) I'm locked up, how the f**k I'ma get out? On the road to riches and diamond rings Got a pistol on my lap tryna get this green (Green) Sh*t, I'm tryna live that dream (Live that dream) Stay fly like a n***a grew wings (Grew wings) I'm so fly in them thousand dollar jeans D-boy fresh n***a from my head to my feet (Young boss) And I'ma tell ya like Pat told me (What's that?) Cash rule everything around 2P Look, I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted in the plastic on my lap Grindin', you know where you can find me (Geah) Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah You see I'm the last one left, right? N***a, **** got knocked off ****, they got knocked off **** got knocked off **** got knocked off **** got knocked off All my n***as got knocked off, right? I'm the last n***a left They tell you what I do, right? I go holla at a solid n***a I get me a couple solid, solid blocks, haha, go lock sh*t down Murk city, I hold the muh'f**kin' city down, n***a The whole muh'f**kin' Bay, n***a, I put the city on my back, n***a A lotta y'all n***as wouldn't be eatin' if it wasn't for me, know what I'm sayin'? N***as ain't know they work was comin' from me (Look, I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back) I would sell work this n***a, you know what I'm sayin'? (Got my head to the sky and the city on my back) And this other n***a is really buyin' the work from this n***a (Grindin', you know where you can find me) And this n***a over here is talkin' 'bout, "I don't like that n***a, 2P, f**k that n***a, this, that, and the other n***a," but (Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me) I'm the bringin' the work to your n***a for you to eat, n***a (I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back) F**k you man? I am that n***a, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Got them Gucci locs fitted in the plastic on my lap) You slippin' (Grindin', you know where you can find me) I would say names, but I ain't gon' say too much, you dig? Haha (Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah) Just know that I am really the young boss of the city, man Real talk, you know and I know now, what it really is, geah F**k with your n***a, man
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