From the Bottom
You know how my life been crazy
Come with me, come be my baby
Proud to say that you my lady
Fuck em all, let they out hating
Young, Rasta comin' straight up out the bottom Livin' with some problems
Feel as if the money and the love gon' help em solve em
You talkin' crazy, be prepared for when they up and pop you
Red dot, headshot, no need to call a doctor
They say they love you, you can't trust em, they the real impostors
In my ways, it's what I'm stuck to, said I'm sorry, mama
I gotta make some good memories for them nights of trauma
Gotta get a couple mil for when change turned into dollars
Turn it back, n stack it, gotta triple it again, nah
Watchin my back, cause I don't got no trust inside my friends, nah
Ignore my emotions, because they foggin' up my lens
Gotta keep it pushin' forward for ta accomplish the win, nah
Walk with me, uh
Talk with me Please follow me to the tallest peak
Walk with me, please talk to me
Young Rasta comin' straight up out the bottom Livin' with some problems
Feel as if the money and the love gon' help em solve em
You talkin' crazy, be prepared for when they up and pop you
Red dot, headshot, no need to call a doctor
They say they love you, you can't trust em, they the real impostors
In my ways, it's what I'm stuck to, said I'm sorry, mama
I gotta make some good memories for them nights of trauma
Gotta get a couple mil for when change turned into dollars
Stackin' up my money, I'ma let it reach the ceiling
Listen to my songs, it's my therapy for healing
Bought apparel on me, I came from stealing
Keep my lips closed, cause they'll never feel me
I keep my lips closed, cause they will never feel me
I keep it on side me, just in case they tempt me
I ain't lookin' back, remember when they left me
Grrrrahhh grrrahhh
If they ever test me
Young, Rasta comin' straight up out the bottom
Livin' with some problems
Feel as if the money and the love gon' help em solve em
You talkin' crazy, be prepared for when they up and pop you
Red dot, headshot, no need to call a doctor
They say they love you, you can't trust em, they the real impostors
In my ways, that's what I'm stuck to, said I'm sorry, mama
I gotta make some good memories for them nights of trauma
Gotta get a couple mil for when change turned into dollars
Come with me, come be my baby
Proud to say that you my lady
Fuck em all, let they out hating
Young, Rasta comin' straight up out the bottom Livin' with some problems
Feel as if the money and the love gon' help em solve em
You talkin' crazy, be prepared for when they up and pop you
Red dot, headshot, no need to call a doctor
They say they love you, you can't trust em, they the real impostors
In my ways, it's what I'm stuck to, said I'm sorry, mama
I gotta make some good memories for them nights of trauma
Gotta get a couple mil for when change turned into dollars
Turn it back, n stack it, gotta triple it again, nah
Watchin my back, cause I don't got no trust inside my friends, nah
Ignore my emotions, because they foggin' up my lens
Gotta keep it pushin' forward for ta accomplish the win, nah
Walk with me, uh
Talk with me Please follow me to the tallest peak
Walk with me, please talk to me
Young Rasta comin' straight up out the bottom Livin' with some problems
Feel as if the money and the love gon' help em solve em
You talkin' crazy, be prepared for when they up and pop you
Red dot, headshot, no need to call a doctor
They say they love you, you can't trust em, they the real impostors
In my ways, it's what I'm stuck to, said I'm sorry, mama
I gotta make some good memories for them nights of trauma
Gotta get a couple mil for when change turned into dollars
Stackin' up my money, I'ma let it reach the ceiling
Listen to my songs, it's my therapy for healing
Bought apparel on me, I came from stealing
Keep my lips closed, cause they'll never feel me
I keep my lips closed, cause they will never feel me
I keep it on side me, just in case they tempt me
I ain't lookin' back, remember when they left me
Grrrrahhh grrrahhh
If they ever test me
Young, Rasta comin' straight up out the bottom
Livin' with some problems
Feel as if the money and the love gon' help em solve em
You talkin' crazy, be prepared for when they up and pop you
Red dot, headshot, no need to call a doctor
They say they love you, you can't trust em, they the real impostors
In my ways, that's what I'm stuck to, said I'm sorry, mama
I gotta make some good memories for them nights of trauma
Gotta get a couple mil for when change turned into dollars
Credits
Writer(s): Brayden Ford
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