Lyrics From the Bottom - J Stone

From the Bottom

Y’all was still playin' pogs, we was out breakin' laws
Ditchin' school breakin' jaws, gettin' sent to the halls
We was squabblin' niggas while we buyin' fits at the mall (Where y’all from?)
They thought they caught us slippin' by Metropolis Big & Tall (Yeah)
Win, lose or draw, we can brawl, no matter big or small
Rest in peace to Pac (Pac), long live Biggie Smalls
Started from the corner just to get it in the trunk (Yeah, yeah)
Got it out the trunk (Uh-huh), thank God we out the mud (Thank God)
Get it for the money (For the money) and get it for the love (For the love)
Y’all was at the club (Party Crippin'), I was sellin' drugs (On a mission)
We was screamin' «Crip» (Crip), they was yellin' «Blood» (Blood)
No coincidence (Uh-uh), death sell slugs (Bang-bang)
Life after death (After death), is there a Heaven for a thug?
(For a thug)
I was flippin' pounds (Hawkin' P’s), y’all was sellin' nugs (Uh-huh)
Came up from the bottom, nigga, turned a little to a lot (Little to a lot)
Now a nigga on top, told ya I wasn’t gon' stop (Wasn't gon' stop)
Keep me a hundred shots, niggas tryna take my spot
Gotta put me down, nigga, I’m way too hot (Way too hot)
Came up from the bottom, nigga, turned a little to a lot (Little to a lot)
Now a nigga on top, told ya I wasn’t gon' stop (Wasn't gon' stop)
Keep me a hundred shots, niggas tryna take my spot
Gotta put me down, nigga, I’m way too hot (Way too hot)
Tape 'bout to drop, nigga, bet my shit won’t flop (Shit won’t flop)
Still 25/8, nigga, my shit don’t stop (Shit don’t stop)
Rollie on my watch, nigga, no tick, no tock (No tick, no tock)
Fresh out the box, got a brand new clip, new Glock (Pop-pop-pop)
Middle finger to the cops every time they ride down the block (Fuck one-time)
No love for no thots fuckin' all the homies in the spot (Fuck them hoes)
She don’t wanna be saved, tell me why you gon' save her (Don't save 'em)
I be chunkin' up neighbors (Neighbors), diamonds 31 flavors (Got flavors)
Came up from the mud, now we stunt (Now we stunt)
Haters keep on talkin', they ain’t sayin' nothin', nah
Four AM in the mornin', nigga, we still vibin', young and restless
Still grindin', no question, it’s our time and we still shinin' (Yeah)
Runnin' laps on Slauson, ho, all my niggas, we bosses, though (Straight bosses)
Self-made, no handouts, wanna book us?
Gon' cost some dough (Where your money
at?)
Treal shit, from the field shit, all we want is a mil' ticket (Want a mil')
South side to the west side, can’t prove I ain’t a real nigga (Ha), Stone
Came up from the bottom, nigga, turned a little to a lot (Little to a lot)
Now a nigga on top, told ya I wasn’t gon' stop (Wasn't gon' stop)
Keep me a hundred shots, niggas tryna take my spot
Gotta put me down, nigga, I’m way too hot (Way too hot)
Came up from the bottom, nigga, turned a little to a lot (Little to a lot)
Now a nigga on top, told ya I wasn’t gon' stop (Wasn't gon' stop)
Keep me a hundred shots, niggas tryna take my spot
Gotta put me down, nigga, I’m way too hot (Way too hot)
Came up from the bottom, nigga, turned a little to a lot (Little to a lot)
Now a nigga on top, told ya I wasn’t gon' stop (Wasn't gon' stop)
Keep me a hundred shots, niggas tryna take my spot
Gotta put me down, nigga, I’m way too hot (Way too hot)
Came up from the bottom, nigga, turned a little to a lot (Little to a lot)
Now a nigga on top, told ya I wasn’t gon' stop (Wasn't gon' stop)
Keep me a hundred shots, niggas tryna take my spot
Gotta put me down, nigga, I’m way too hot (Way too hot)