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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
Vocals
Hit-Boy
Programming
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Producer
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Dereck Negron
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Hit-Boy)
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
[Chorus]
Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling
Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness
I bought an AP, my lil' **** want a killswitch
The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with
Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine
Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes
Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain
Just imagine how far a **** came
[PostChorus]
You can't imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
[Verse 1]
****, I came out the trenches
Catchin' fades on them blue line benches
I kept a Glock, used to pull mine, trippin'
Bust a shot, found a trashcan and threw mine in it
Momma mad about the rag, I had to tuck in the Jansport
Walkin' past the Compton sheriffs, fuck them and court
Water cut off, I had to get it when my hands short
Took the strap and slapped the shit out my momma landlord
[Verse 2]
My little sister wanted cereal
So I had them Honey Grahams on imperial
Period, interior on the Cutlass, I'm serious
Orange foam hangin' out like it was bit by a terrier
And where I'm from, **** ain't got that many options
On the corner with the rocket, gettin' gone, we ran the option
Before Dr. Dre, I was slangin' rock to the doctors
I gots to get mine and get the fuck out of Compton, ****
[Chorus]
Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling
Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness
I bought an AP, my lil' **** want a killswitch
The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with
Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine
Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes
Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain
Just imagine how far a **** came
[PostChorus]
You can't imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
[Verse 3]
I used to walk up on a **** like, "Excuse me, bitch
What's your name? Where you from?
Do you bang? Cop a plea?
****, I'll take you out tonight"
Yeah, that was my '03 mindstate
Every **** you see with me is guilty of boostin' the crime rate
When the blick deploys, it make instant noise
Put a hole in a **** size of a Chips Ahoy
Now, gang with Hit, and we'll hit your boy
Which one of you rappers or producers wanna get destroyed?
Everything before this is non-valid
Take the roof off, you be seatin' in the backseat with Khaled
I'm not your average, my status is toe-tag
And I be with twenty-one **** a lot, we all savage
Then I got a lot of baggage but it's Goyard now
Meanin' I squeeze through the crack where the dope got found
[Chorus]
Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling
Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness
I bought an AP, my lil' **** want a killswitch
The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with
Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine
Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes
Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain
Just imagine how far a **** came
[PostChorus]
You can't imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Written by: Chauncey A. Hollis, J. Taylor, Rodrick Moore