Beneath the Bottom (feat. Gtoni)

Beneath the bottom where we came from
I told my mamma ima grind until I scrape some
Dug it out the dirt when we ain’t have a bed to lay on
Hats to my mother and my brothers and the day ones
Gimme the cash I need it faster like a stickup
My brother never pose in pictures with his blick up
He catch you lacking on that backend, you won’t say none
Trigger happy hitter with the stick, bet he won’t get up
Aye it’s a stick up
I been down so long
And now I feel like I can’t get up
Was struggling, I had to get my chips up
I was tryna get it right
But I been running out of time
‘Cause I remember breaking bread
With all them niggas who wasn’t with us
You think you Michael Jackson bad because you blicked up
Talking like you been tough
Pussy nigga scared to hold his fist up
Call them niggas gone and let them know that they ain’t fucking with us
In the mean time ima go and ice my wrist up
I ain’t tripping, I’m a shameless nigga
I bet you like, how could you blame this nigga
No I don’t wanna be famous nigga
I know these verses getting dangerous nigga
I pour my heart and put my pain up in it
(Ahhhhhhhhhhh) For real
We up now, ain’t worried bout that next meal
Ima run it up until my time is gone
We steady counting dollars that’s the best feel
Aha... For real
Beneath the bottom where we came from
I told my mamma ima grind until I scrape some
Dug it out the dirt when we ain’t have a bed to lay on
Hats to my mother and my brothers and the day ones
Gimme the cash I need it faster like a stickup
My brother never pose in pictures with his blick up
He catch you lacking on that backend, you won’t say none
Trigger happy hitter with the stick, bet he won’t get up
I won’t cop a Phantom
But I’ll probably buy some land though
I’ll spoil my shorty like I’m Santa
You want a Birkin bag, oh
Probably get you everything you ask for
Probably buy you everything you beg for
My lil bro is who I slide for
And if he ever doubt that ima ride for him
He know I’ll spin the block and pop a opp for him
Ima let off all the rounds in the drum for him
And they gon' run from ‘em
Said I would run up the racks
I got back in my bag
And I know they be watching my moves
Told them send plenty checks and then watch how I flip 'em
I do what I do and I do it in twos
Watch me bigger the bag
How I run up the stack
Drop my mamma a mil when we making the news
Lately I just been going and going
And growing and glowing
And raising up all of the roofs, yeah
Beneath the bottom where we came from
I told my mamma ima grind until I scrape some
Dug it out the dirt when we ain’t have a bed to lay on
Hats to my mother and my brothers and the day ones
Gimme the cash I need it faster like a stickup
My brother never pose in pictures with his blick up
He catch you lacking on that backend, you won’t say none
Trigger happy hitter with the stick, bet he won’t get up