"Bottom Of The State" lyrics
Too, too much love will get you killed
Tell me how this sound, could you tell me how you feel
I'm really on a mission, tunnel vision with a drill
Eyes bloodshot, the blood clot them a feel
That pressure bursts pipes
Actors act worse when them lights
Really get to flashing
And cut—nope, I'm looking for some action
(Said I'm looking for some)
Yeah, I keep my
Head on a swivel 'cause the hate come in cals
Bitch, I been a dog, I ain't never need a pal
Take a nigga hoe before I take a nigga style
Gotta watch your back, they be acting like they proud
Gotta watch your front 'cause they'll do it in your face
You ain't gotta ask, hell yeah, a nigga straight
Energy be off—FPL must be late
She turned a nigga on, man, her energy is great
Only time I'm stuck when I'm entering her face
Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom of the state
Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom
(Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom)
The water cold, and so is the hoes
Leave your heart at the door and take off your clothes
If you militant, I'm hoping you ain't leave your pole
Don't let that fish get filleted and put on the stove
'Cause a snake'll eat anything it get a hold of
Lace up your boots, let them know it's over
I came in strapped down, buckled up
I got my feet straight
'Bout my business, no briefcase
The epicenter of the free base
To the death, like the city of the cheesesteaks
I'm a problem, but they'd rather go opp
Seen the other side of the hood, this hood pop
I mean the other side of this hood, you might could shop
Please don't tell nobody—if they knock, they gon' rot
Yeah, okay
Head on a swivel 'cause the hate come in piles
And if the shoe fit, you should go on, walk a mile
I gotta keep a tech, I ain't worried 'bout the foul
Where I'm from, no, a vest don't protect from the pow
Please don't blow my high, I'm in space
Please don't go right by, it's no race
Headshot—gon' take this bottle to the face
Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom of the state
(Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom)
Too, too much love will get you killed
Tell me how this sound, could you tell me how you feel
I'm really on a mission, tunnel vision with a drill
Eyes bloodshot, the blood clot them a feel
That pressure bursts pipes
Actors act worse when them lights
Really get to flashing
And cut—man, I'm looking for some action
(I said, I'm looking for some)
Head on a swivel 'cause the hate come in piles
And if the shoe fit, you should go on, walk a mile
I gotta keep a tech, I ain't worried 'bout the foul
Where I'm from, no, a vest don't protect from the pow
Tell me how this sound, could you tell me how you feel
I'm really on a mission, tunnel vision with a drill
Eyes bloodshot, the blood clot them a feel
That pressure bursts pipes
Actors act worse when them lights
Really get to flashing
And cut—nope, I'm looking for some action
(Said I'm looking for some)
Yeah, I keep my
Head on a swivel 'cause the hate come in cals
Bitch, I been a dog, I ain't never need a pal
Take a nigga hoe before I take a nigga style
Gotta watch your back, they be acting like they proud
Gotta watch your front 'cause they'll do it in your face
You ain't gotta ask, hell yeah, a nigga straight
Energy be off—FPL must be late
She turned a nigga on, man, her energy is great
Only time I'm stuck when I'm entering her face
Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom of the state
Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom
(Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom)
The water cold, and so is the hoes
Leave your heart at the door and take off your clothes
If you militant, I'm hoping you ain't leave your pole
Don't let that fish get filleted and put on the stove
'Cause a snake'll eat anything it get a hold of
Lace up your boots, let them know it's over
I came in strapped down, buckled up
I got my feet straight
'Bout my business, no briefcase
The epicenter of the free base
To the death, like the city of the cheesesteaks
I'm a problem, but they'd rather go opp
Seen the other side of the hood, this hood pop
I mean the other side of this hood, you might could shop
Please don't tell nobody—if they knock, they gon' rot
Yeah, okay
Head on a swivel 'cause the hate come in piles
And if the shoe fit, you should go on, walk a mile
I gotta keep a tech, I ain't worried 'bout the foul
Where I'm from, no, a vest don't protect from the pow
Please don't blow my high, I'm in space
Please don't go right by, it's no race
Headshot—gon' take this bottle to the face
Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom of the state
(Bitch, I'm from the city at the bottom)
Too, too much love will get you killed
Tell me how this sound, could you tell me how you feel
I'm really on a mission, tunnel vision with a drill
Eyes bloodshot, the blood clot them a feel
That pressure bursts pipes
Actors act worse when them lights
Really get to flashing
And cut—man, I'm looking for some action
(I said, I'm looking for some)
Head on a swivel 'cause the hate come in piles
And if the shoe fit, you should go on, walk a mile
I gotta keep a tech, I ain't worried 'bout the foul
Where I'm from, no, a vest don't protect from the pow
