Shampagne - Coming From The Bottom lyrics

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Shampagne - Coming From The Bottom lyrics

Coming from the bottom, Stick to the plan, best understand This for my 'fam you know I got 'em It ain't no problem, hear what I'm sayin' It ain't no game no we don't play we here to solve 'em. [Shampagne] Oh pardon me, am I doin' something that I ain't supposed to be? When it come to this money I got OCD, and I'm gettin' more bread than a toaster, see? I ain't seein' these ho's, they notice me Oh sh**, that's your girl? Wasn't known to me She phonin' me, ahh it ain't no problem I'll send her home around quarter three Now I don't need another n***a tell me that I'm real, And I could give a f** about how any n***a feel, I ain't big, but I'm heavy with the steel Fight gettin' mine, I'll take another n***a meal You can't sleep in the street boy you got a gwop First you get to work, then you get a shot You can get it soft, or you can get it rock Then it's up to you, go get it off Times tough but with dope people get a spot Come on cash up, that's a better top Go on the road, go get a block Treat it like a dread, we gon' get a lot Dome outta control, I guess I got a lot Now I gotta lay low fo it gettin' hot Things going good, I don't wanna stop Boy it's so hard, when you're gettin' knocks Just know I don't ever forget, It is what it is I don't ever regret I go get mine, I ain't living a debt Time to put it on the line, yeah I'm living a bet Huh, it's a firm go getter for set It don't matter what it is, yeah my n***a's will rep So I'm doing it for them, I ain't taking a rest And I ain't gon stop till they lay me to rest [Pre-Hook] [Scotch bu*ta] It's all good, what's up block? You n***a's talkin' sh**, then you might get shot It's how we get down, how we get down It's how we get down, how we get down [Hook] Coming from the bottom, Stick to the plan, best understand This for my 'fam you know I got 'em It ain't no problem, hear what I'm sayin' It ain't no game no we don't play we here to solve 'em. [Tiny] E-pills, peters, nine millimeters Got these b**hes catchin' seizures Got these haters pissed off Oh well, get my bricks off And when I say bricks, I mean dope G And nobody ever owe me You's a loser, stay a broke B Wishin' you was like me Probably wanna fight me Oh well I don't fight see? Lose your life easy, ha ha hee hee Tiny, not an MC Matter fact, I don't like rap Rather be out pitchin' crack Big gun by my nutsack Stack the money where's the funds at? Haaa, where ya funds at? Ha [Pre-Hook] [Hook] [Shampagne] I know I'm sick, I'm patient though Like a red light, I gotta wait to go I'm a tickin' time bomb while I wait to blow Hmm, the boy hot got a Cajun flow Waitin' for the deal, ain't the show But now I gotta eat so my paper grow I ain't frying dumpling but I'm making dough I stay around white but it ain't the snow What you waitin' fo? Or wanna discuss? Summer Hill Firm Grip, they don't run it with us I know the whole game don't want us to bust but It don't matter what they want, it's a must The beat crack so the high is a rush My ten stacks, so they cry and they fuss We crazy, I ain't lyin' we nuts We that sh** that they dyin' to flush Trust, stay in the dust we above the grave On top of that list that you love to hate Fans stay fiendin' like a drug to take And I stay dropping bombs like I'm from Kuwait Once I'mma eat, I'mma done the plate No bite, no taste not a crumb to take I'mma count money till my thumbs will ache, And then I'll count more till they numb or break [Pre-Hook] [Hook]