"From The Bottom" lyrics
Yes, a nigga'll like this ho (Token)
I'm talkin' so much shit, like it's (Hoo-hoo, ah)
Ayy (Tony Coles)
See, I came a long way from the bottom, huh
Now I'm all around the globe, doin' shows in these sections with models
In a whole 'nother country having this shit
Talkin' Euros, the Pesos and dollars
This shit crazy for real, I just split up a million in cash, gave it straight to my momma
If you owed me some money, just keep it, my nigga, I swear on my kids, I'm not bothered
Man, feel like Ye in '09 with the collar
Ain't gon' lie, I'd probably be still with the shit if I ain't have my son and my daughter
Who harder? Shit, it really ain't many that's harder than me, tell 'em look up who numbers is larger
Shit, I only start rapping to get out the streets and to make this life better for Carter
Never sat on the bench, I'm a starter
But I swear it was times that I went through the struggle, remember I couldn't start my car up
Damn, now these people see me and be starstruck
Man, I can't even wait in the line and get coffee, I gotta call in to get Starbucks
Huh, but it's cool, this the life that we prayed for
Shit, I'd rather be travelin', gettin' to the cake
How you ain't go no pape' but you laid up?
Now my family pray for me, I prayed up
If I hop in that car knowin' shit can go left, I put this on my soul, I won't say nothin'
Had to get out the streets and the case comin', know them boys can't compete 'cause the K stutter
But I know how it is in the streets so I'm focused on money, bank look like a case number
Man, I just went Goyard on my bags
Went Balenci' my clothes, all-black on my whips, shit, that's probably why niggas be mad
Or it might be because I went up, got a big ass house with a six-car garage and like three of them trunk in the front
Let me chill 'cause I'm humble as fuck
Hear these niggas can pop, but when we see statements, it's clear that I'm honestly up
Them six-hundred niggas is tough, they can say what they want 'bout this nigga but all of us eating, kids want for nothin'
Y'all can keep the lil' beef, I want money
But a peon play, drop a light 20K, they gon' have that boy wrapped like a mummy
Man, I swear these lil' niggas is funny
How you think we competin'? You on the same bag, I just made me some millions off country
I'm talkin' so much shit, like it's (Hoo-hoo, ah)
Ayy (Tony Coles)
See, I came a long way from the bottom, huh
Now I'm all around the globe, doin' shows in these sections with models
In a whole 'nother country having this shit
Talkin' Euros, the Pesos and dollars
This shit crazy for real, I just split up a million in cash, gave it straight to my momma
If you owed me some money, just keep it, my nigga, I swear on my kids, I'm not bothered
Man, feel like Ye in '09 with the collar
Ain't gon' lie, I'd probably be still with the shit if I ain't have my son and my daughter
Who harder? Shit, it really ain't many that's harder than me, tell 'em look up who numbers is larger
Shit, I only start rapping to get out the streets and to make this life better for Carter
Never sat on the bench, I'm a starter
But I swear it was times that I went through the struggle, remember I couldn't start my car up
Damn, now these people see me and be starstruck
Man, I can't even wait in the line and get coffee, I gotta call in to get Starbucks
Huh, but it's cool, this the life that we prayed for
Shit, I'd rather be travelin', gettin' to the cake
How you ain't go no pape' but you laid up?
Now my family pray for me, I prayed up
If I hop in that car knowin' shit can go left, I put this on my soul, I won't say nothin'
Had to get out the streets and the case comin', know them boys can't compete 'cause the K stutter
But I know how it is in the streets so I'm focused on money, bank look like a case number
Man, I just went Goyard on my bags
Went Balenci' my clothes, all-black on my whips, shit, that's probably why niggas be mad
Or it might be because I went up, got a big ass house with a six-car garage and like three of them trunk in the front
Let me chill 'cause I'm humble as fuck
Hear these niggas can pop, but when we see statements, it's clear that I'm honestly up
Them six-hundred niggas is tough, they can say what they want 'bout this nigga but all of us eating, kids want for nothin'
Y'all can keep the lil' beef, I want money
But a peon play, drop a light 20K, they gon' have that boy wrapped like a mummy
Man, I swear these lil' niggas is funny
How you think we competin'? You on the same bag, I just made me some millions off country
Writer(s): Charles Forsberg, Dave Cohen, Xavier Landum, Tony Anderson
