From the Bottom (Produced by The Legion)

I came from the bottom know what it feel like, heat the house wit the oven on a cold night, granny say whatever don't kill ya make ya stronger, if ya fail 2 read the signs u might be a goner
We in a bad position the whole world against us, are backs against the wall raised up in them trenches, it was section 8 which made us all conditioned, for this prison shit sub human livin, I can't blame my moma I gotta blame myself, I didn't go 2 trial I couldn't hang myself, whether right or wrong I'm standin on my 10, in my situation u either sink or swim, I'ma fighter my nigga I'm not foldin up, if I don't give no time back then I'll be old as fuck, I done made my bed so now I'm layin in it, and even tho I made my bed I ain't stayin in it, growing up in the gutta tryna be a boss, for a bag ya homie a put u in a cross, I don't agree 2 lose I don't song the blues, the block don't go against the grain and we don't bend the rules
I came from the bottom know what it feel like, heat the house wit the oven on a cold night, granny say whatever don't kill ya make ya stronger, if ya fail 2 read the signs u might be a goner
I'ma hungry dog so I'ma bare my teeth, come hell or high water I'ma keep it street, I had everything I wanted it was hella sweet, I was married 2 the game and I ain't never cheat, u can laugh hard now but u gon cry later, so when life hit ya hard just don't let it faze ya, keep ya head 2 the sky and stomp like a Soulja, and just know it ain't over till that casket lowered, I keep my head strong they never brake me down, and I'ma die like a man they gotta take me down, money make ya sick 2 the point u kill 4 it, plan plot strategizin on a drill 4 it, some niggaz even turn state and make a deal 4 it, go against the code even sell they soul 4 it, my dawgs still hungry they gon chase the pack, and run a nigga down the same way they chase the cat