From The Bottom

Title	From The Bottom
Artist	2 Pistols
Album	Death Before Dishonor
Release Date	2008-06-17
Description	?
Lyrics	[Intro] Yup, yup, yup Yup, yup, yup, yup Yup, yup, yup, yup Yup, yup [Chorus] Look, I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted in the plastic on my lap Grindin', you know where you can find me (Geah) Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah (Young boss of the city, nigga) [Verse 1] Pinellas County born (Born), South Florida raisеd (Raised) Born in the slums wherе the young ain't safe (Murder city) Never had a crumb so a thug I became Started sellin' dope, just to get the new J's (J's) My momma wasn't there (There), my daddy wasn't either So I said fuck school, the block was my teacher (Oakwood) Wasn't good at math but I can break down a half In a pot, let it rock, and have the block on smash (Yeah) That was how me and my niggas ate (Ate) Addicted to the fast cash, we was all flippin' big weight In and outta state, gettin' cake like we won the lotto Flyin' birds in the trunk like there's no tomorrow That's the code that we live by, die by (By) So now the donk sit high when I ride by (So high) And BMU the only niggas that I ride for (Geah) 'Til my eyes close, nigga [Chorus] Look, I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted in the plastic on my lap Grindin', you know where you can find me Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah You might also like[Verse 2] Money, it's one hell of a motivation (Motivations) But it could put you in some fucked up situations I learned how to flip that white (Flip that white) But that white almost got me life (Got me life) Knock, knock, the feds at the front door (Door) Half a brick in the toilet tryna flush more (More) What the fuck I'ma do now (Huh?) I'm locked up, how the fuck I'ma get out? On the road to riches and diamond rings Got a pistol on my lap tryna get this green (Green) Shit, I'm tryna live that dream (Live that dream) Stay fly like a nigga grew wings (Grew wings) I'm so fly in them thousand dollar jeans D-boy fresh nigga from my head to my feet (Young boss) And I'ma tell ya like Pat told me (What's that?) Cash rule everything around 2P [Chorus] Look, I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted in the plastic on my lap Grindin', you know where you can find me (Geah) Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah [Outro] You see I'm the last one left, right? Nigga, ** got knocked off , they got knocked off got knocked off got knocked off ** got knocked off All my niggas got knocked off, right? I'm the last nigga left They tell you what I do, right? I go holla at a solid nigga I get me a couple solid, solid blocks, haha, go lock shit down Murk city, I hold the muh'fuckin' city down, nigga The whole muh'fuckin' Bay, nigga, I put the city on my back, nigga A lotta y'all niggas wouldn't be eatin' if it wasn't for me, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas ain't know they work was comin' from me (Look, I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back) I would sell work this nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? (Got my head to the sky and the city on my back) And this other nigga is really buyin' the work from this nigga (Grindin', you know where you can find me) And this nigga over here is talkin' 'bout, "I don't like that nigga, 2P, fuck that nigga, this, that, and the other nigga," but (Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me) I'm the bringin' the work to your nigga for you to eat, nigga (I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back) Fuck you man? I am that nigga, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Got them Gucci locs fitted in the plastic on my lap) You slippin' (Grindin', you know where you can find me) I would say names, but I ain't gon' say too much, you dig? Haha (Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah) Just know that I am really the young boss of the city, man Real talk, you know and I know now, what it really is, geah Fuck with your nigga, man