From the Bottom
I was built for this shit like a brick
And I can't even tell the time on my wrist
I'm covered in dollars, way more than yo papa
You probably got less than my kids (Lil Bitch)
All my haters gonna ball they're fists
Aint no way y'all ball like this
Y'all really be hating, got nothing to say to me
When you find out...
I been fucking your bitch!
So sick with this shit, won't ever get better
Over the top, when im under the weather
Been putting this pressure on all these rappers
You stupid if you ever think im gonna let up
Stupid if im ever gonna settle
All my music on a whole other level
Im dropping this fire on these bitches
Im sick and im twisted, so hot, you would think im the devil
90's baby born in '92
Kinda crazy, you know im gonna shoot
Your diamonds fake but my diamonds blue
Make the ground shake when im making these moves
Smoking up fruit, drink 100 proof
Keep a chopper on me like a hospital roof
You aint gonna pass me, can't get nasty
And trying to stop me is impossible too
Back in this lab im cooking
Smelling the jealousy, tasting that good shit
Fucking these hoes at the telly
You fuck yourself only way you gettin pussy
You just a pussy you soft as some cotton
Fuck all the fame, all I want is them commas
Money aint fitting, already been a problem
This shit hits different when you come from the bottom...
Oh oh oh
When you come from the bottom
Oooh oooh ooh
When you come from the bottom
Oooooh ooooh ooooh ooh oh
From the bottom BO OO TTOM!
Im killing the game, you in my way gonna get buried deep (Buried deep)
Im toe tagging the these beat (These beats)
Im GOAT status to Sheep (Y'all sheep)
Y'all Mother fuckers don't matter to me (Nah)
Y'all so average to me (Yeah)
I came up from selling dope, now im selling all my dreams
You can't stop my shine even if it was raining
Hot and hated, you'd say I was satan
While you're busy name calling me, im busy been making these playlists
Just a plain Jane rolex, aint nothing bout me that's basic
You could try to walk in my shoes
But you'd hang yourself with my mother fucking laces
Im in a different dimension making moves like the matrix
So sick with this shit boy im gonna need medication
I keep putting that pressure, stacking up my investments,
Think you reach for my plate
My bullets gonna shake you like pepper.
Oooh naa naah naaaaanaaaanaaanaaanah
From the bottom, Boooooooooooottom
Make sure that all of my kids gonna be living like legends
One day ill be gone but my name gonna last FOREVER
And I can't even tell the time on my wrist
I'm covered in dollars, way more than yo papa
You probably got less than my kids (Lil Bitch)
All my haters gonna ball they're fists
Aint no way y'all ball like this
Y'all really be hating, got nothing to say to me
When you find out...
I been fucking your bitch!
So sick with this shit, won't ever get better
Over the top, when im under the weather
Been putting this pressure on all these rappers
You stupid if you ever think im gonna let up
Stupid if im ever gonna settle
All my music on a whole other level
Im dropping this fire on these bitches
Im sick and im twisted, so hot, you would think im the devil
90's baby born in '92
Kinda crazy, you know im gonna shoot
Your diamonds fake but my diamonds blue
Make the ground shake when im making these moves
Smoking up fruit, drink 100 proof
Keep a chopper on me like a hospital roof
You aint gonna pass me, can't get nasty
And trying to stop me is impossible too
Back in this lab im cooking
Smelling the jealousy, tasting that good shit
Fucking these hoes at the telly
You fuck yourself only way you gettin pussy
You just a pussy you soft as some cotton
Fuck all the fame, all I want is them commas
Money aint fitting, already been a problem
This shit hits different when you come from the bottom...
Oh oh oh
When you come from the bottom
Oooh oooh ooh
When you come from the bottom
Oooooh ooooh ooooh ooh oh
From the bottom BO OO TTOM!
Im killing the game, you in my way gonna get buried deep (Buried deep)
Im toe tagging the these beat (These beats)
Im GOAT status to Sheep (Y'all sheep)
Y'all Mother fuckers don't matter to me (Nah)
Y'all so average to me (Yeah)
I came up from selling dope, now im selling all my dreams
You can't stop my shine even if it was raining
Hot and hated, you'd say I was satan
While you're busy name calling me, im busy been making these playlists
Just a plain Jane rolex, aint nothing bout me that's basic
You could try to walk in my shoes
But you'd hang yourself with my mother fucking laces
Im in a different dimension making moves like the matrix
So sick with this shit boy im gonna need medication
I keep putting that pressure, stacking up my investments,
Think you reach for my plate
My bullets gonna shake you like pepper.
Oooh naa naah naaaaanaaaanaaanaaanah
From the bottom, Boooooooooooottom
Make sure that all of my kids gonna be living like legends
One day ill be gone but my name gonna last FOREVER
Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Jones
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