FROM THE BOTTOM Lyrics
(Intro)
yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
(Chorus)
I came from the bottom of the Bottom I aint 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 aint never goin back Got them Gucci locs fitted And the plastic on my lap, Grindin you know where u can Find me dead presidents homie Cash rule everything around me
(verse 1)
Pinellas Count Von south Florida raised born in the Slums where the young aint Safe never had a crum so a Thug i became starded sellin Dope just to get the new j's My momma wasnt there my daddy Wasnt either so i said fuck School the block was my Teacher wasnt good at math But I could break down a half In the pot let it rock in The Block on smash that was High Me and my niggas ate ate Addicted to the fast cash we Was all flippin big weight In And out a state gettin cake Like we won the lotto flyin Birds in the trunk like Theres no tomorrow thats the Code that we live by die by So now they dont sit high When I ride by and BMU the Only niggas that I ride for Til my eyes close nigga
(Chorus)
I came from the bottom of the Bottom I aint 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 aint never goin back Got them Gucci locs fitted And the plastic on my lap Grindin you know where u can Find me dead presidents homie Cash rule everything around me
(Verse 2)
Money its one hell of a Motivation
But it could put you in some Fucked up situations
I learned how to flip that White but that white almost Got me life
Knock knock the feds at the Front door half a brick in The toilet tryna flush more
What the fuck ima do now im Locked up how the fuck ima Get out
On the road to riches and Diamond rings got a pistol on My lap tryna get this green
Shit im tryna live that dream Stay fly like a nigga grew Wings Im so fly in em Thousand dollar jeans
D-boy fresh nigga from my Head to my feet
And im a tell ya like Pack Told me cash rule everything Around 2.P.
(Chorus)
I came from the bottom of the Bottom I aint 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 aint never goin back Got them Gucci locs fitted And the plastic on my lap Grindin you know where u can Find me dead presidents homie Cash rule everything around me
(2 Pistol talking)
Oh yea you see im the last One left right (nigga) we got Knocked off (off) they got Knocked off (yea) got knocked Off (yes) you got knocked off (yea) got knocked off
All these niggas got knocked Off see im the last nigga Left see i tell you what i do Right i go holla at a solid Nigga i get me a couple Solids nigga solid block haha Go lock shit down murk city All the muthafuckin city down Nigga the whole muthafuckin Bank nigga i put the city on My back nigga a lot of yall Niggas wouldnt be eatin if it Wasnt for me know what im Sayin niggas aint know how i Dont work this shit for free And i was lookin up for this Nigga know what im sayin and This other nigga is over here Listenin and this nigga over Here sayin oh i dont like That nigga you fuck that Niggas ass up but im not Going to work for yo ass what The fuck you man mean what The fuck you mean i am that Nigga you know what im talkin About just listen i was gonna Say somethin im not going to Say to much you dig haha just Know that i am the brand new Young boss of the city real Talk you know and i know now What it really is chyea fuck With ya nigga man
