Lyrics:
you were saying
Heard about how you would want it in the worst way
Enough to flip your soul pawn it in the first place
But not enough to have you ready
meet a nigga
And you can ask about my facecard, call your bitch would leave you, nigga
And we can spin the block like CDs or DVDs, nigga
T-O-N-E, nigga
on the road like I'm Toto
I'll slow it down so you can hear me I don't want no problems
Started at the bottom was recording off an iPhone
Grinding since 15
your treasure is, there your heart it will surely live yeah
Listen me good
Gain the whole world
Snd lose your soul
Don't let the money control you
You
a photo, let me be your Toto
Let me show you good times, Teo the truest
A big nigga, no Emmanuel Lewis
We outside in a Maserati, constant vibin'
Cops come by
Coming from the bottom, I ain't got no friends
All by my Lonely in this world of sin
I'm broken
Yea, yea I'm broken, broken
Coming from the bottom, I
bottles in this bitch
30 shot hollows in the clip
Red on the bottom of my kicks
Mike Amiri she was on my body off the rip
I love your smell and your
of the (my lil' nigga get your soul lit)
I'm from the bottom of the motherfuckin' United States (that gravediggin' shit)
You heard me, we nothin' but some
father, human love ain't enough
I've failed and been failed by the people I love
But your beautiful arms they surround me
And any other soul who has
so I know that I'm strong
Been torn apart between your love and this my favorite song
I cannot take it, imma go and write this in my basement
Bottom
myself at the bottom
With a bottle in hand and bothered again by the thought I might fail
Bothered by noise and bothered by fear
Bothered I’m here broke
Climb on top of a mountain
And you see all that shiny stone
There's prairie dogs
At the bottom
So make sure you
Don't step in a hole
My first time in
something, I see something inside
the bag that makes my soul fly
Makes my heart weak
Makes my heart very happy
At the bottom of the bag
That's where you lie
blinded by the light
It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go
They still get they fill, fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
Treat every song like a masterpiece
I know you trying get a check
But you sign to a thief
Got your soul on a leash
There's no guarantee
That your money
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
From the center itself Lord
From the bottom Holy hearth
Took your time to rise my soul
How magnificent your will
All your blessings day by day
By my name
don’t mean I won’t get carded
Kill my vibe your whole crew will be parted
I'm a fun guy with some ideas you would run by
Soon as I will stick
Yeah
Please your soul (hm)
Yeah
Everybody dance now
Things that make you go
Things that make you go
(Hmm, it's time to jam)
(Hmm, it's time
Baby fill my casket with stones
Sink to the bottom now I’m gone
This is what you wanted for the throne
Is the power worth it when your all alone
Baby
Foamposites
To red bottoms
Yeah I'm underrated and I never sold my soul
And I never switched slang to sound
Southern when the game changed
Niggas say they real
Never ever settle when you know your worth (never)
You gotta free your soul, you gotta take control
That's how I got it right
It's alright, I been
of the soul
A heart that is bound by snakes with a mind that sprouting wings
A dangerous combination that fails to address our infection
My deceit was
black, white, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go through pain
When you can't think, use your soul baby
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