From The Bottom Songtext / Lyric

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup



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

President's 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 and the plastic on my lap

Grindin' you know where you can find me dead

President's homie, cash rule everything around me



Pinellas Count Von south Florida raised born in the slums

Where the young ain't safe never had a crum so a Thug

I became starded sellin' dope, just to get the new J's

My momma wasn't there, my daddy wasn't either

So I said fuck school, the block was my teacher



Wasn't 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 there's no tomorrow, that's the code that we live

By die by so now they don't sit high when I ride by

And BMU the Only niggas that I ride for 'til my eyes close nigga



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

President's 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 and the plastic on my lap

Grindin' you know where you can find me dead

President's homie, cash rule everything around me



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, I'ma do now, 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



Shit I'm tryna live that dream, stay fly like a nigga

Grew wings, I'm so fly in 'em thousand dollar jeans

D-boy fresh nigga from my head to my feet

And I'm a tell ya like pack told me

Cash rule everything around 2.P.



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

President's 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 and the plastic on my lap

Grindin' you know where you can find me dead

President's homie, cash rule everything around me



Oh yeah, you see I'm the last one left right

(Nigga)

We got knocked off

(Off)

They got knocked off

(Yeah)



Got knocked off

(Yes)

You got knocked off

(Yeah)

Got knocked off



All these niggas got knocked off, see I'm 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, ha, ha

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 y'all niggas wouldn't be eatin'

If it wasn't for me, know what I'm sayin' niggas



Ain't know how I don't work this shit for free

And I was lookin' up for this nigga, know what I'm sayin

And this other nigga is over here listenin'

And this nigga over here sayin', oh, I don't like that



Nigga, you fuck that nigga's ass up

But I'm 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 I'm talkin' about?



Just listen, I was gonna say somethin'

I'm not going to say too much, you dig, ha, ha

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