Bottom

(album: Savage Holidays - 2018)

(On the bottom
On the bottom)
(Michail on the beat)

One at the foot, two at the head, my nigga
One ain't shut up, one peed the bed, my nigga (Shut the fuck up)
Burglaries, that's what fed my niggas (Yeah)
Bottom of the fucking map, that's what bred my niggas
I'm talking peanut butter, jelly
Go and fuck a bitch at the thirty-nine dollar telly (Telly)
And score a pack
Quick to lend a real friend 'cause I know he gon' pay it back
If I slip, I know he gon' kill a rat (Bang)
Hard for us to stack
'Cause a nigga need hoes and clothes (Yeah)
Playing bingo with my hand when I saw me a rose
Now lil' Boosie, he the man, and I drive me a Rolls
Top dawg, county boy, he gon' blow
I want the whole world to know

No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got)
No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got)
No one can stop what God got for you, nigga
No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?)
From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?)
From the bottom, mayne (Yeah)
From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay)
'Til the final thang, mayne

Couple hits, now I'm hot, with them sticks in the drop, wilding out
Going seventy (Go all out, go all out)
No more bricks, bitch, I rap and I'm on
All my niggas coming home (Free my cousing crossing on)
Niggas told me, "Get your money, motherfuck" (In that five)
Protect your bag, shoot a hundred, motherfucker (Yeah, get that bag)
I was really raised the hard way (Hard way)
If I ain't had it, I would take your Penny Hardaway (Penny Hardaway)
I had fame, cancer came, I had harder days (Oh Lord)
I thought 'bout running from parole and throwing it all away (Oh Lord)
Me and OG Dre sat on the couch and smoked a pound a day (Ayy)
Who ever thought I'd have a sack to smoke a pound a day (Real)

No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got)
No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got)
No one can stop what God got for you, nigga
No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?)
From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?)
From the bottom, mayne (Yeah)
From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay)
'Til the final thang, mayne

No one can stop what God got for you, nigga
It ain't where you from, it's where you going
Same people talk about you, one day soon, they will copy you, nigga
When them diamonds hit your neck and you start glowing
Then I got on the radio
Now they wanna do the rodeo
They say, his hood-ass always talking 'bout head
'Cause in the hood, it ain't about the pussy
But that you get the bitch head
It's that bottom