From The Bottom (2 Pistols)

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 it's 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'm a do now, I'm locked up How the fuck I'm a 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