D. Francis - Coming up from the Bottom lyrics

[Intro] It feel good Turn me up in the speakers And watch a player from the bleachers [Verse 1 NtG] b**hes be so amazed by how I do this I got to lock on the target before I shoot it I prolly f** her depending on what the mood is Im fundumental with this sh** trying to get recruited Im monumental had dreams of pushing a Continental You can tell when a n***a got it cause money resembles And i keep the trap pumping like your temple This sh** ain't easy I just make it look simple And yeah you winning but I'm on that a** like dimples Putting in doubles in the Yo to make triple And my b**hes was dimes when I didn't have a nickel Defeating my n***a your chances are very little n***a be searching my lyrics trying to figure me out These rappers live in the game we in and out Hit a quick lick and vanish just to spend it with my people Hustle like a drug dealer but the hustle legal Even if the money adds the same we ain't equal I want crib like the Saint Louis Cathedral Money talk to broke n***as might sound Hebrew But if you want to live large you got to speak fool These others rappers are decitful Hit the bank hard but account still at ease though Didn't want me when I wasn't on my feet hoe This sh** easier than a free throw Invest in my n***as and watch the team blow n***a think they going threw it I then seen more I keep my eyes wide open like the p**y is n***as trying to be like us but don't know what we is About to make my lavel bigger than this country is Dropping album after album like a clumsy b**h The more that they hate on the better [Hook] Coming up from the bottom to stay on forever Huh I say the more that they hate on the better Coming up from the bottom to stay on forever [Verse 2 NtG] Season kicking off I run it back like Devin Hester Mastering this music I huslte a whole Semester Get my palms read to make chances for the better Word to my n***a Soop he told me never let up Big headed n***a but I always held my head up Ask your b**h who she f**ing with I bet she said us Eating every meal but I manage to put the bread up The odds are impossible but that sh** scare us No sleep b**h your grind better be relentless Rappers die down most artists are endless Im the greatest n***a period now that's a sentence Rap game land lord the rest of yall tenants If we winning in the race at least we in it Whats the point of making cake if you scared to spend it We independent n***a nobody get a percentage Paper Gang Ent we gave you boys the business We independent n***a nobody get a percentage Ha, yeah f** with us