"FROM THE BOTTOM" lyrics
Yes, I think like this ho (Token)
I'm talkin' so much shit, like it's
Ah
Ay (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 mama
If you owed me some money, just keep it, my nigga
I swear on my kids, I'm not bothered
No, 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 (car)
Damn, now these people see me and be star-struck
Man, I can't even wait in the line and get coffee
I gotta call in to get Starbucks (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? (Laid up)
Now my family pray for me, I'm 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 (case number)
Man, I just went Goyard on my bags
Went Balenci' my clothes, all-black on my whips
Shit, that's probably why nigga been mad
Or it might be because I went up
Got a big-ass house with a six-car garage
And like three of 'em trunk in the front
Let me chill, 'cause I'm humble as fuck
Yeah, them nigga can pop, but when we see statements
It's clear that I'm obviously up
Them 600 nigga is tough
They can say what they want 'bout us nigga
But all of us eating, kids wantin' for nothin'
Y'all can keep the little 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 little nigga 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
Ah
Ay (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 mama
If you owed me some money, just keep it, my nigga
I swear on my kids, I'm not bothered
No, 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 (car)
Damn, now these people see me and be star-struck
Man, I can't even wait in the line and get coffee
I gotta call in to get Starbucks (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? (Laid up)
Now my family pray for me, I'm 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 (case number)
Man, I just went Goyard on my bags
Went Balenci' my clothes, all-black on my whips
Shit, that's probably why nigga been mad
Or it might be because I went up
Got a big-ass house with a six-car garage
And like three of 'em trunk in the front
Let me chill, 'cause I'm humble as fuck
Yeah, them nigga can pop, but when we see statements
It's clear that I'm obviously up
Them 600 nigga is tough
They can say what they want 'bout us nigga
But all of us eating, kids wantin' for nothin'
Y'all can keep the little 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 little nigga 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
