From the Bottom
Key Glock
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G-lock South Memphis' finest Yeah (get the bag, King Wonka) Ayy You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (cutthroat), yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat) Yeah, they cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah, they cutthroat (yeah) Ten toes down, I stayed on my grind Yeah, you know, I had money on my mind Walkin' home, face long, lookin' down Like, "Damn, damn, damn, I gotta shine" (shine) On these hatin' ass niggas, yeah (yeah) And these hatin' ass bitches, uh (yeah, f*ck you hoes) Remember sayin', "I gotta get it" (I gotta get it) Yeah, and now a nigga gettin' plenty (Ayy, I'm really havin' this shit, yeah) My watch hittin', pendant glistenin' (bitch) Ayy, every day it's Christmas (bitch) And this just the way I'm livin' (bitch) It ain't no more stressin' (uh-uh) God sent me blessings on blessings (for real) Look, it ain't 'bout luck nigga (no more stressin', God sent me blessings) Don't blame me, nigga (blessings), haha (on blessings) Ayy, blame the nigga that made you (yeah) The devil in my face but God got my back though (God got my back) The pistol on my waist, cock back let it blast (bah) Mclaren face, my mama every time I crash, yeah I told my new bitch that I'm nothin' like her last, yeah (like her last) I told this bitch that I'm gettin' too much paper (too much) Difference between me and him, is he gon' save ya (haha, yeah) But I might f*ck her then delete the number later, yeah (yeah, yeah) Can't trust these thots, these hoes cravin' for a baby, yeah (yeah, yeah) Pull up on opps and, yeah, I rock 'em like a crater, uh Me and the gang been poppin' duck, hittin' gators, yeah (yeah) Got plenty favor, I be drippin' on a hater, yeah (yeah, yeah) This shit still major, still got millions on the table, nigga (no cap) Ayy, I be grindin' like I'm skatin', nigga I just told this one bitch she ain't fuckin' with no basic nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ayy, I just poured a four up but it's Wock' Wock' with no chaser, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah) Black and white diamonds in my Jacob segregation, nigga (segregation, nigga) Yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (up though, yeah, yeah, yeah) All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat) Yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat) Yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah) Yeah Bah The f*ck?
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Written by: Markeyvius Cathey
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