From the Bottom

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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, ****)

Pinellas County born (Born), South Florida raised (Raised)

Born in the slums where 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, "Fuck school," the block was my teacher (Oakwood)

Wasn't good at math but I can break down a half

In a pot, let it rock, and have the block on smash (Yeah)

That was how me and my **** 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 **** that I ride for (Geah)

'Til my eyes close, ****

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 fucked 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 fuck I'ma do now (Huh?)

I'm locked up, how the fuck I'ma get out?

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Got a pistol on my lap tryna get this green (Green)

Shit, I'm tryna live that dream (Live that dream)

Stay fly like a **** grew wings (Grew wings)

I'm so fly in them thousand dollar jeans

D-boy fresh **** 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

Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah

You see I'm the last one left, right?

****, **** got knocked off

****, they got knocked off

**** got knocked off

**** got knocked off

**** got knocked off

All my **** got knocked off, right? I'm the last **** left

They tell you what I do, right? I go holla at a solid ****

I get me a couple solid, solid blocks, haha, go lock shit down

Murk city, I hold the motherfuckin' city down, ****

The whole motherfuckin' Bay, ****, I put the city on my back, ****

A lotta y'all **** wouldn't be eatin' if it wasn't for me, know what I'm sayin'?

**** 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 ****, you know what I'm sayin'?

(Got my head to the sky and the city on my back)

And this other **** is really buyin' the work from this ****

(Grindin', you know where you can find me)

And this **** over here is talkin' 'bout, "I don't like that ****, 2P, fuck that ****, this, that, and the other ****," but

(Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me)

I'm the bringin' the work to your **** for you to eat, ****

(I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back)

Fuck you man? I am that ****, 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

Fuck with your ****, man