The Bottom

OT
From the bottom, now we
And still we grind
Statik Selektah

I do this for my homies still serving they state sentence
Who don't take questions (nah) and leave without a name mentioned (nothing)
My man got eighteen, we begged him to take seven (please)
Got a job inside the chow hall and learned to make weapons (make weapons)
My bro opened up 'bout his murder to other inmates (word)
They all got deals on they cases and jumped on his case (they jumped on his, ah)
There I stood grim-faced at the yard with my Timbs laced
See your big homie, twenty brodies keeping him safe (they keeping him safe)
I was smoking tookie, waving my man over (my man)
My celly made a tat gun outta the fan motor (outta the fan motor)
Real soldiers in the dungeon, all we know's survival (survival)
If you know 'em and y'all ain't eating together then y'all are rivals (facts)
I just got my check in from Tidal, this shit is vital (let's go)
How the C arm bleeding, you'd think he was suicidal (suicidal)
My crew will slide through in real life (real life)
Free all our real rights (uh-huh), never forget what the bottom feels like

And still we grind, from the bottom, from the bottom now we here
And still we grind, from the bottom, from the bottom
And still we grind, from the bottom, from the bottom now we, bottom, from the bottom
And still we grind... (OT, Statik, what up?) from the bottom now we here

I'm tormented, a sick fuck in the brain
With a shiv tucked in my waist, I've been disrupting the game, yuh
I'm war-ready, I'm still fucking insane
All these pills run through my veins 'cause I feel nothing but pain, oh
I'm so deadly, I've built up all this rage
Got a clip stuffed in a K, if there's still something to say, so
Just don't test me, go get fucked, I ain't came here to fist bump
But you lames, you might get punched in the face
I'm a different kinda animal, there is no kinda antidote
Can't look over your shoulder after fracturing your clavicle
I'm Tony Montana hear the baka when the hammer smoke
OT is my broski so let's give 'em what they asking for (ah-ah-ah)
I don't think they want war with the kings, the torture we bring
Is shit to make the coroner cringe (yeah)
I'm born for the ring, I'll body 'em and won't even blink
Avoiding the clink, so free up all my boys in the bing, it's Big Merk

And still we grind, from the bottom, from the bottom now we here
And still we grind, from the bottom, from the bottom
And still we grind, from the bottom, from the bottom now we, bottom, from the bottom
And still we grind... from the bottom now we here