Rock Bottom
Came from the bottom
I'm counting these digits
I'm heading my way to the top
Bunking with both of my brothers
Didn't have any money
My toys were the rocks
Stealing and lying and chasing and running away from the cops, yea I almost got shot
They don't know half of my story
I'm rapping for glory
I do it for god
It's kinda sad
How you gotta move on
From the good times you had
They really forgot
Daddy be working for what he ain't got
Mama be feeding our mouths on the spot
Help from the system
We got that a lot
Robbing and fighting we saw that a lot
Crying and dying we felt that a lot
Sometimes I wished I would die on the spot
My brain was in pain
Grabbing a knife putting it to my veins
I got to admit, I was going insane
Nothing is worse, then your mother in pain
Felt like I was the one she had to blame
Shoutout my brother - producer Ayush
Wouldn't make it if it wasn't for you
You're like my brother for life
And I'm willing to take much more than a bullet for you
I'm speaking facts, and I'm spitting the truth
Try to hurt me, I got nothing to lose
Rather go back to the time when I stayed looking for the last letter in my alphabet soup
Back to the library days. I was reading doctor Seuss
Now I be questioning whether or not I should end my life with a hang of a noose
Nothing to eat, facing defeat
Mama tried her best to stay on her feet
Look at her smile, look at her teeth
Still can't believe that she did that for me
Running a hose from the back of my house
Boiling water in many amounts
the bills got high, so we had to bounce
living the life of a circus but I was the clown
I stay blessed, At my best
I stay praying, Off my chest
Sell some cans, for extra cents
Made no sense, I was depressed
I'm on a mission to be like the best
I came to prove that I'm not like the rest
Working and grinding my haters stay pressed
Working and grinding you know I don't rest
Used to have holes in clothes
People laughed at me, I felt like a joke
Questioning god on why he made us broke
The pain and the hunger for sure helped me grow
Walking a road
Never lost hope
You can't assume
What you don't know
Switching my flow
Like I did with my clothes
Shopping at goodwill
Something you don't know
Came from bottom, Came from the unknown
Telling my story so these people know
Interfering with personal goals
It's up to me for the social control
You can do anything
Just give it time
Practice makes perfect
And that ain't a lie
I made a promise to grandpa
To grandma to daddy to mama
That i'll make it just fine
I'm counting these digits
I'm heading my way to the top
Bunking with both of my brothers
Didn't have any money
My toys were the rocks
Stealing and lying and chasing and running away from the cops, yea I almost got shot
They don't know half of my story
I'm rapping for glory
I do it for god
It's kinda sad
How you gotta move on
From the good times you had
They really forgot
Daddy be working for what he ain't got
Mama be feeding our mouths on the spot
Help from the system
We got that a lot
Robbing and fighting we saw that a lot
Crying and dying we felt that a lot
Sometimes I wished I would die on the spot
My brain was in pain
Grabbing a knife putting it to my veins
I got to admit, I was going insane
Nothing is worse, then your mother in pain
Felt like I was the one she had to blame
Shoutout my brother - producer Ayush
Wouldn't make it if it wasn't for you
You're like my brother for life
And I'm willing to take much more than a bullet for you
I'm speaking facts, and I'm spitting the truth
Try to hurt me, I got nothing to lose
Rather go back to the time when I stayed looking for the last letter in my alphabet soup
Back to the library days. I was reading doctor Seuss
Now I be questioning whether or not I should end my life with a hang of a noose
Nothing to eat, facing defeat
Mama tried her best to stay on her feet
Look at her smile, look at her teeth
Still can't believe that she did that for me
Running a hose from the back of my house
Boiling water in many amounts
the bills got high, so we had to bounce
living the life of a circus but I was the clown
I stay blessed, At my best
I stay praying, Off my chest
Sell some cans, for extra cents
Made no sense, I was depressed
I'm on a mission to be like the best
I came to prove that I'm not like the rest
Working and grinding my haters stay pressed
Working and grinding you know I don't rest
Used to have holes in clothes
People laughed at me, I felt like a joke
Questioning god on why he made us broke
The pain and the hunger for sure helped me grow
Walking a road
Never lost hope
You can't assume
What you don't know
Switching my flow
Like I did with my clothes
Shopping at goodwill
Something you don't know
Came from bottom, Came from the unknown
Telling my story so these people know
Interfering with personal goals
It's up to me for the social control
You can do anything
Just give it time
Practice makes perfect
And that ain't a lie
I made a promise to grandpa
To grandma to daddy to mama
That i'll make it just fine
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Gallardo
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