"Bottom Brawd" lyrics

This game, it's over ya head like Louis Vuitton luggage
Ya know?
If I tried to break it down to you, you'd get a migraine, and a nosebleed
But, it's extremely simple
So, what does that, in fact, tell you, about ya self?
Check, check

I was young, on the grind, I was 'bout them G's
I ran them streets, but they did not run me
I had a whole bunch ah, uh, uh...
Desperados
That'll bust yo head with [?] bottles
N' they rode wit' me, my road dawgz
N' y'all fools, know, I love y'all
Y'all stuck wit' me, when I was down n' out
Jumpin' outta limousines, sump'n, young n' stout
I had the whole crew, the old crew, and I still do
The ones, that love me so much, they'll kill you
Wasn't in my weddin', and that, was for a reason
I needed to tell ya somethin', it just wasn't the season
Time to move on, I've grown
I'ma try again, to rebuild a home
Haha
If you my real partna, you'll understand that
But, if not, then I'ma know where my man at
Haha

I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd
We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law
She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all
My young, bad, bottom brawd

I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd
We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law
She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all
My young, bad, bottom brawd

We started off slow, let her get to know me
That way, if she feels me, it'll be the real me
Please believe, I'm not no walk in the park
And, Lil' Mama, she had the heart to take a shot in the dark
Turned on, by how she can keep a secret
Watchin her count twenties in Victoria's Secret
She shit, made me, Boss status
Took her to the altar, n' made her a partner, the vice president, of this thing we got
She took the indictment, wit' that ring she got
Haha
Said I do, does she know what she did?
Two years later, she's at home wit' my kid
She a underboss, she get ya head cut off
Fuck around wit' Lil Mama, get ya bread cut off
I snatched her outta college, straight to the Pro's
Never get her twisted wit' the rest ah these hoes (What's up?)

I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd
We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law
She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all
My young, bad, bottom brawd

I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd
We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law
She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all
My young, bad, bottom brawd

She know I'm in the streets, she know when I'm gone
May not know, exactly, what time I'm comin' home
But she know I have that bread wit' me, or worst case scenario, have dem feds wit' me
Ya feel me?
You sucka boys, ain't makin' a dime
All in the streets, just wastin' they time
Breathing' up, valuable air, that could be used by a real life playa
Lil Mama never coulda been wit' a square
She tried it, n' didn't like it, so she over here
Well I be polo'd out, say the pony [?]
Keep 'bout three or four thousand on me
We done been down, I mean doin' bad
And she stayed down, wit' her rider ass, button down shirts, all up in church
I ain't even know you went here
Bruh, I be wit' her

I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd
We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law
She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all
My young, bad, bottom brawd

I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd
We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law
She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all
My young, bad, bottom brawd

I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd
We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law
She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all
My young, bad, bottom brawd

I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd
We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law
She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all
My young, bad, bottom brawd