[Intro] Ballin Like I'm Kobe the mixtape 150 dreamteam, man You already know what it is, man I grinded my way to the top, n***a you already know No hand outs, n***a Let's get it [Verse 1] From the bottom of the bottoms It was nothing under me Now I'm that n***a, everywhere I go and I'm who all the b**hes wanna see Who could ever picture me? When I was broke who ever mentioned me? 2010 you wasn't friends with me, now I'm hot you can't get bands with me Look how all these b**hes stare at me Come here baby, tell me what you see Look at all these diamonds on my neck and wrist yeah baby this is like 20 grand a piece I'm a dog with these hoes got em s**ing dick, squatting on their hands and knees Trying to take the whole 150 overseas we gon' probably need a fleet But when I think about it probably all my n***as felons We gon probably need to sneak People out of town paying me to speak and their charging you to see Ain't no more 500, no free sh**, b**h my jeans cost a G Plus my ear rings bout a 9 piece and my watch cost a half-a-key I've been balling since I dropped Fazoland had Cannon referee And these G Fazos go with everything, buy at least 3 pair a week And you know for Kob we shoot 24s with 23s on our feet No Giuseppe kicks or them Louis Vs cop a nice pair of wheats [Hook] x2 From the bottom of the bottoms There was nothing under me Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary Cuz living ain't cheap tell me how this the land of the free (Cuz living ain't cheap how the f** is this the land of the free) [Verse 2] 100 n***as on the corner And they k**ing sh** for me, better not play with me Never Leave My Brothers til the d**h of me 79 and Ess** when I rest in peace re-up by the week Baking soda, yola—that's the recipe Double rock the D Come and shop with me, one on top of 3 Profit all I see n***a look at me, never on sh** Now I got them keys and I got them ps Super OGs, never mix sh**, I love smoking weed And I'm off the lean 16 that's when I became a fiend Spilt a 6 on my Balmain Jeans 1400 now they 17, That's on everything 100 b**hes in the club want a wedding ring I'm so M.O.B. that's over everything If it ain't money calling Imma let it ring Keep a bank roll, my sh** can't fold Out here in the rain in a Range Rov In the same clothes, running late for shows I can't change clothes til the bank close G Herbo that youngin' now 'Member youngin' I was running wild With them k**ers, we 100 deep Up on Ess** with 100 rounds And we warring all the time Lost my n***as, see an opp and we gon gun him down Show no mercy in the streets they gon remember me 150 at the top and b**h it started- [Hook] x2 From the bottom of the bottoms There was nothing under me Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary Cuz living ain't cheap tell me how this the land of the free (Cuz living ain't cheap how the f** is this the land of the free)