2 Pistols - From The Bottom lyrics

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me dead President's homie cash, rule everything around me I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted and the plastic on my lap Grindin' you know where you can find me dead President's homie, cash rule everything around me Pinellas Count Von south Florida raised born in the slums Where the young ain't safe never had a crum so a Thug I became starded sellin' dope, just to get the new J's My momma wasn't there, my daddy wasn't either So I said f** school, the block was my teacher Wasn't good at math but I could break down a half in the pot Let it rock in the block on smash that was high me And my n***as ate, ate addicted to the fast cash We was all flippin' big weight in and out a state Gettin' cake like we won the lotto flyin' birds in the trunk Like there's no tomorrow, that's the code that we live By die by so now they don't sit high when I ride by And BMU the Only n***as that I ride for 'til my eyes close n***a I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me dead President's homie cash, rule everything around me I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted and the plastic on my lap Grindin' you know where you can find me dead President's homie, cash rule everything around me Money it's one hell of a motivation But it could put you in some f**ed up situations I learned how to flip that white but that white almost Got me life, knock, knock, the feds at the front door Half a brick in the toilet tryna flush more What the f**, I'm a do now, I'm locked up How the f** I'm a get out On the road to riches and diamond rings Got a pistol on my lap tryna get this green sh** I'm tryna live that dream, stay fly like a n***a Grew wings, I'm so fly in 'em thousand dollar jeans D-boy fresh n***a from my head to my feet And I'm a tell ya like pack told me Cash rule everything around 2.P. I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me dead President's homie cash, rule everything around me I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted and the plastic on my lap Grindin' you know where you can find me dead President's homie, cash rule everything around me Oh yeah, you see I'm the last one left right (n***a) We got knocked off (Off) They got knocked off (Yeah) Got knocked off (Yes) You got knocked off (Yeah) Got knocked off All these n***as got knocked off, see I'm the last n***a left See I tell you what I do right, I go holla at a solid n***a I get me a couple solids n***a, solid block, ha, ha Go lock sh** down murk city, all the muthaf**in' city down n***a the whole muthaf**in' bank n***a I put the city on my back n***a, a lot of y'all n***as wouldn't be eatin' If it wasn't for me, know what I'm sayin' n***as Ain't know how I don't work this sh** for free And I was lookin' up for this n***a, know what I'm sayin And this other n***a is over here listenin' And this n***a over here sayin', oh, I don't like that n***a, you f** that n***a's a** up But I'm not going to work for yo a** What the f** you man mean, what the f** you mean I am that n***a, you know what I'm talkin' about? Just listen, I was gonna say somethin' I'm not going to say too much, you dig, ha, ha Just know that I am the brand new young boss of the city Real talk, you know and I know now, what it really is chyea f** with ya n***a man