[Hook] I don came up from the bottom Getting bands now I got em [Verse] They don't want to see me make it They thinking a youngin fake it These haters yeaaa they can't take Cuz they hated when I started to make it Everyday I finessed to get those bands I love counting racks in my hands So f** n***a get off my land If you ain't got no money or no bands They hate on me They hate on me I got bad b**hes calling & they wait on me [Hook] I don came up from the bottom Getting bands now I got em [Verse 2] Everybody turnt they backs on me
Now I got money they want to be my homie We'll f** n***a you caint my homie I don't know you & you will never know me Back then I thought you was there But in reality you was never even there When My bands started stacking you was there All this money you would think I would share Back then I thought you was there But in reality you was never even there When My bands started stacking you was there All this money you would think I would share [Hook] I don came up from the bottom Getting bands now I got em