Bottom of the Bottom lyrics

[Intro]
Ballin Like I'm Kobe the mixtape
150 dreamteam, man
You already know what it is, man
I grinded my way to the top, n*gga you already know
No hand outs, n*gga
Let's get it

[Verse 1]
From the bottom of the bottoms
It was nothing under me
Now I'm that n*gga, everywhere I go and I'm who all the b*tches wanna see
Who could ever picture me? When I was broke who ever mentioned me?
2010 you wasn't friends with me, now I'm hot you can't get bands with me
Look how all these b*tches stare at me
Come here baby, tell me what you see
Look at all these diamonds on my neck and wrist yeah baby this is like 20 grand a piece
I'm a dog with these hoes got em sucking di*k, squatting on their hands and knees
Trying to take the whole 150 overseas we gon' probably need a fleet
But when I think about it probably all my n*ggas felons
We gon probably need to sneak
People out of town paying me to speak and their charging you to see
Ain't no more 500, no free sh*t, b*tch my jeans cost a G
Plus my ear rings bout a 9 piece and my watch cost a half-a-key
I've been balling since I dropped Fazoland had Cannon referee
And these G Fazos go with everything, buy at least 3 pair a week
And you know for Kob we shoot 24s with 23s on our feet
No Giuseppe kicks or them Louis Vs cop a nice pair of wheats
[Hook]
From the bottom of the bottoms
There was nothing under me
Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary
Cuz living ain't cheap tell me how this the land of the free
(Cuz living ain't cheap how the f*ck is this the land of the free)
From the bottom of the bottoms
There was nothing under me
Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary
Cuz living ain't cheap tell me how this the land of the free
(Cuz living ain't cheap how the f*ck is this the land of the free)

[Verse 2]
100 n*ggas on the corner
And they killing sh*t for me, better not play with me
Never Leave My Brothers til the death of me
79 and Essex when I rest in peace re-up by the week
Baking soda, yola—that's the recipe
Double rock the D
Come and shop with me, one on top of 3
Profit all I see
n*gga look at me, never on sh*t
Now I got them keys and I got them ps
Super OGs, never mix sh*t, I love smoking weed
And I'm off the lean
16 that's when I became a fiend
Spilt a 6 on my Balmain Jeans
1400 now they 17, That's on everything
100 b*tches in the club want a wedding ring
I'm so M.O.B. that's over everything
If it ain't money calling Imma let it ring
Keep a bank roll, my sh*t can't fold
Out here in the rain in a Range Rov
In the same clothes, running late for shows
I can't change clothes til the bank close
G Herbo that youngin' now
'Member youngin' I was running wild
With them killers, we 100 deep
Up on Essex with 100 rounds
And we warring all the time
Lost my n*ggas, see an opp and we gon gun him down
Show no mercy in the streets they gon remember me
150 at the top and b*tch it started-
[Hook]
From the bottom of the bottoms
There was nothing under me
Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary
Cuz living ain't cheap tell me how this the land of the free
(Cuz living ain't cheap how the f*ck is this the land of the free)
From the bottom of the bottoms
There was nothing under me
Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary
Cuz living ain't cheap tell me how this the land of the free
(Cuz living ain't cheap how the f*ck is this the land of the free)