From the Bottom lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Swift on the track
Ayy Smoke
What's up, brother?
Call up Subzero, tell him get the gang together
You know, All-gold Sniper, Walldog
Doctor Gucci, Jeezy, BBG Base

[Verse]
Can't believe everything you hear 'bout a b*tch, these n*ggas be hurtin'
They probably in they feelings, they ain't winning, keep on hating, it ain't workin'
I'ma do me regardless
Last b*tch, she left me heartless
Came from the bench but now I'm startin'
Gotta watch my back, I'm too important
b*tches tryna kiss me when they meet me, they trippin' (Lil' b*tch, you trippin')
Blue face Rollie, bust down like I'm crippin' (Longway, Longway)
You'd think I work at Popeyes how I'm servin' all these chickens
Used to wear the same 'fit five days a week, I'm on my grind, time is tickin'
I was 17, clutchin' on that Glock
That b*tch hold seventeen, posted on the block
Then I fell in love with them flip phones, ringin' nonstop
Slidin' in them rentals, window tinted, sellin' hella rocks
And I'm still in the hood sellin' crack so f*ck your cellphone
And f*ck your deal, I'm up a hundred thousand
Off three for the dub, I was coppin' joes
I'm doin' a hundred for that money, screamin' f*ck patrols
I don't bend, I never fold, can't pay a b*tch to say I told
They only way I drop a dime is if that change fall out my pocket
Same pocket where that Glock at, one in the head, ain't gotta c*ck it
I be lyin', I said I ain't proud of myself, so call me c*cky
How can I lose? I came from the bottom
Started with nothin', I'm 'bout to go shoppin'
It's a new year but I'm the same, new money, new chain
New riches, same gang, new b*tches, we gon' train
More haters, more paper, fast forward for destination
Got a lil' smarter, now I'ma only make it harder for my haters
'Cause I came up from nothin' at the bottom
How can I lose? I started with nothin', now I got a whole lot of money
But I came up from nothin' at the bottom
They say more paper, more problems
But f*ck them n*ggas, I'ma get them dollars

[Outro]
Ayy, it's lil' Project Youngin, man, can't tell me nothin', man
You already know
It's the Youngin, ho
BBG sh*t, man
RIP Boola, RIP Bighead, you heard me?
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I'm with the same gang, man, ain't no switchin' lanes
Smoke, Smoke, Smooky
All that lame sh*t gon' get your brains hit
What you tell 'em, Nel?
Free Chauncey, n*gga, 'til he's free
b*tch