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From The Bottom Lyrics - Death Before Dishonor - 2 Pistols

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup 

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup 

 

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 

President's 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 and the plastic on my lap 

Grindin' you know where you can find me dead 

President's homie, cash rule everything around me 

 

Pinellas Count Von south Florida raised born in the slums 

Where the young ain't safe never had a crum so a Thug 

I became starded sellin' dope, just to get the new J's 

My momma wasn't there, my daddy wasn't either 

So I said fuck school, the block was my teacher 

 

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Wasn't good at math but I could break down a half in the pot 

Let it rock in the block on smash that was high me 

And my niggas ate, ate addicted to the fast cash 

We was all flippin' big weight in and out a 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 so now they don't sit high when I ride by 

And BMU the Only niggas that I ride for 'til my eyes close nigga 

 

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 

President's 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 and the plastic on my lap 

Grindin' you know where you can find me dead 

President's homie, cash rule everything around me 

 

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Money its one hell of a motivation 

But it could put you in some fucked up situations 

I learned how to flip that white but that white almost 

Got me life, knock, knock, the feds at the front door 

Half a brick in the toilet tryna flush more 

 

What the fuck, I'ma do now, 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 

 

Shit I'm tryna live that dream, stay fly like a nigga 

Grew wings, I'm so fly in 'em thousand dollar jeans 

D-boy fresh nigga from my head to my feet 

And I'm a tell ya like pack told me 

Cash rule everything around 2.P. 

 

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 

President's 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 and the plastic on my lap 

Grindin' you know where you can find me dead 

President's homie, cash rule everything around me 

 

Oh yeah, you see I'm the last one left right 

(Nigga) 

We got knocked off 

(Off) 

They got knocked off 

(Yeah) 

 

Got knocked off 

(Yes) 

You got knocked off 

(Yeah) 

Got knocked off 

 

All these niggas got knocked off, see I'm the last nigga left 

See I tell you what I do right, I go holla at a solid nigga 

I get me a couple solids nigga, solid block, ha, ha 

Go lock shit down murk city, all the muthafuckin' city down 

 

Nigga the whole muthafuckin' bank 

Nigga I put the city on my back 

Nigga, a lot of y'all niggas wouldn't be eatin' 

If it wasn't for me, know what I'm sayin' niggas 

 

Ain't know how I don't work this shit for free 

And I was lookin' up for this nigga, know what I'm sayin 

And this other nigga is over here listenin' 

And this nigga over here sayin', oh, I don't like that 

 

Nigga, you fuck that nigga's ass up 

But I'm not going to work for yo ass 

What the fuck you man mean, what the fuck you mean 

I am that nigga, you know what I'm talkin' about? 

 

Just listen, I was gonna say somethin' 

I'm not going to say too much, you dig, ha, ha 

Just know that I am the brand new young boss of the city 

Real talk, you know and I know now, what it really is chyea 

Fuck with ya nigga man 

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