Trashh Kane - Idle Story I (The Bottom Of The Brim) lyrics

Verse 1: I hail from the bottom, yea I’m kinda trash A lowcla** stoner rolling with some paper stash I went to school and dashed, from the season of the wrist cuffs Wesson on the deck, was racing for these racks and big bucks Scuffing up my Reeboks, the fiends in a pandemonium Burning slowly, Oxycontin seeking outta options And when the thirst hit, I use to hit the corner store No water sold there, they used to sell coke and opium That’s why I’m anti-Bobby Boucher Obsessed with a lotta cream and coochies Benzo rims, St.Laurent’s and some good head My panorama black, with black hoodies, black do-rags I mess with no Piru sets, I ain’t a Crip, I ain’t sh** Just reppin’ up my ave sh**, ash a little grayish For the lost ones, restin’ in the gravestones Grizzly faces, bu*t naked to the head bones Still I pray for all the sins, they had committed Cases the they all caught with it The hittas is still hitting Running from the law way, shooting on the regular Trinna dodge the bullets like you’re Pratt, you’re dead etcetera, etcetera, the shots on ya! Stickin to the script, just get a grip, two Glocks on ya Especially when you that cat, with all the block on ya Your closest friends they be the ones who set the plots on ya Callin all the cops ya I seen a lotta p**n, I mean a lotta p**n A n***a f**in other n***a life, outside the store That’s what happens when the violence do the show up They load the f**ing gats up, and blow your f**ing brains out The bottom of the brim Hook Verse 2: Back when they used to call me flowers Pill junkie, for real money, when sh** was sour Way before Dirty Business with Young Tekken I had this pipe dreams, I know the crown is for the taking Raw soda for the baking The stress steady poke, when nikkas sleeping, never waking Barely laugh it when they joke, I skeet on wax, and leave her pregnant Man I’ve been going place to place, just like a nomad does Sweating pools, while y’all relaxed like yoga pose The homies saying my sh** is deeper than the Roman Odes f** a comatose, I need some commas on my fluid n***a I need some comma talk, so I can speak fluently These stones I’m packing me got me feeling like a druid n***a May the last be the first I’m just saying The bible on my side, my faith strong I keep on praying Chrome sweatshirt underlying Way fore I catch abullet in a scene of this movie, call it bottom of the brim! Hook