Lyrics
Coming from the bottom, tryin to make it to the top,
Holdin down my fuckin set, Holdin down my fuckin block,
Man shit real where I'm coming from,
other bitches frontin holdin onto fuckin cap guns,
Serving tha fiends be comin back in my dreams,
gotta make that paper and get off these mothafuckin streets
Get it however you want it nigga,
I'm just sayin that I be pullin up on them triggas
I'm tryin to make it homie but the struggle's always winning,
servering up to motherfuckin kids man and even women,
Just trying to make that papyrus, dawg that real paper,
and get myself a record deal and a fuckin label,
ya, shit started off suave man, real great,
made a 100 thou still got 50 up in the bank,
and then these zombie bitches started bangin on the door,
thats when i got the berg out and put holes up in four,
they was tryin get their hands up on my stash,
Now they cut in pieces up in fuckin trash bags,
Guess the shit meant more, and they needed to score,
now they breathing no more, down in the ground where it's cold,
When I'm slangin shit on the street, I pack the heat,
When I'm slangin lines on the beat, I rip complete,
Bitches know that I got a sinister back hand,
Cuz Back then, I'd eat ya'll bitches like I was pac man
Coming from the bottom, tryin to make it to the top,
Holdin down my fuckin set, Holdin down my fuckin block,
Man shit real where I'm coming from,
other bitches frontin holdin onto fuckin cap guns,
Serving tha fiends be comin back in my dreams,
gotta make that paper and get off these mothafuckin streets
Get it however you want it nigga,
I'm just sayin that I be pullin up on them triggas,
The streets are ice, and friendly snakes bite hard,
The ride is nice, and I got lambo doors on the car,
I don't fuck wit rims, i like to keep it low key,
I don't want the mothafuckin fuzz lookin at me,
I be flipping stacks, make my cash for the day,
and then jet back to the crib, can't get caught wit the yay,
Gotta make a few stops, get some bitches to pay,
Handle unfinished business cuz i just copped the k,
I said it once, I'll be damned if you think that I play,
I'll leave you clutchin at your fuckin chest when I spray,
I do it for my city, to put the sunrise up on the map,
I do it for the brittys, to get some sun up on them chaps,
Its either lines on the beats or I slang the dope,
And I'm good at both, you silly motherfuckin ho,
I rep the 954, but you already know
that the shit I spit is like a fuckin lugie flow,
Coming from the bottom, tryin to make it to the top,
Holdin down my fuckin set, Holdin down my fuckin block,
Man shit real where I'm coming from,
other bitches frontin holdin onto fuckin cap guns,
Serving tha fiends be comin back in my dreams,
gotta make that paper and get off these mothafuckin streets
Get it however you want it nigga,
I'm just sayin that I be pullin up on them triggas
I finally made some cash now, lotta cliental,
Some of them still around, some are in jail,
Flips halfs on the ave, for 10's and benjamins,
Keep tabs on the bags, I'll win if its a sin,
Flip powder for the funds pickin up from ship ports,
Smokin blunts like ports just to keep my ass warm,
Dropin ash off the blunt, like bitches in the slums,
Cognac in the cup, party till the bottles up,
SG said it best, its where you at, and not from,
Some forget the basics, end up living like a bum,
I'll do whatever to make sure I don't end up like them,
Even if I gotta struggle to draw my fuckin breath man,
Real motherfuckas feel me, when they hear my fuckin verse,
They be like damn this cat is sick, this some shit I never heard,
I flip verbs, words so unheard, shit so absurd,
its like a curse, the words I fuckin splurt
Coming from the bottom, tryin to make it to the top,
Holdin down my fuckin set, Holdin down my fuckin block,
Man shit real where I'm coming from,
other bitches frontin holdin onto fuckin cap guns,
Serving tha fiends be comin back in my dreams,
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