D. Jame$ - Started From The Bottom (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: D. Jame$] Better get your third eye open Keep it focused, don't believe the lies Don't miss the revolution guaranteed it won't be televised Leader of the squadron Calculated and I'm patient Reaching for the summit Starting in the basement Got you staring in amazement On the beat the boy be blazing Blazing reefer till im Asian Chasing pavement till we make it Till its cases full of Aces Till the models wanna date us Cracking bottles counting paper Tell me mamma that we major Yeah we started in the struggle Mamma raised a King Connected like a puzzle Now im living out my dream The scene is so pristine, wish my pops was here to see us Bet against me thats error so egregious Yeah we (started from the...) Hold it Cuz you already know it Ain't no stoppin ain't no slowin till her neck and wrist are frozen Blowing loud, potent They like, "What's all that commotion?" Started from the bottom like motherf**in lotus Yeah my crew the f**in coldest Harlem Shake I hit my shoulders Im the realest n***a runnin it 44th P.O.T.U.S Im not a rapper Im a prophet, with a microphone My east African queen say she don't wanna spend the night alone They say im a dreamer But I know I'm not the only one My girl wreck the beamer I cop myself another one Big girls politic i call that sh** two tons of fun Especially when they down to do my taxes for some honey buns Started with the reggie graduated to the midget Now every time we go to cop a Eighth its triple digits And my new girl is a model you know i be takin pics I intercept it when she throw it at me then i run it back for six Im the sh** you need a whiff? f** a shot, give me a fifth Antihistamines in my blunt But my palms still itch And i wrote my girl a citation, man she's a bad b**h Cheese and carrots so they lettuce, man that's a salad Prodigious when I spit it I'm gifted but this ain't Christmans Listen the flow so rhythmic You n**lets could never get I ain't trippin im indifferent This splendid sense of division Wicked like triple sixes Witness I'm spittin sickness These demons want my soul They fightin for the rights LSD in my red wine Im just trying to see the light Wake me up when its bed time At night I come to life My pupils call me Euclid cuz my angle is just Right