| Young niggas gettin' money
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| And we don’t owe you niggas shit
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| I’m from Philly nigga
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| We come from the bottom
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| Come from nothin'
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| And niggas got the nerve to ask me why I’m stuntin'?
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| Huh?
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| I’da sip Ciroc with Diddy, drunk Spade with Hov
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| In the VIP of the 40, with some bad-ass hoes
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| Had my grip on my forty, still was at that stove
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| The same night work got cooked half that sold
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| A pyrex and a triple beam
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| Like Mr. King had a dream we ain’t miss a fiend
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| Talking dirty to these niggas with my Listerine
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| If I was there you know we ball, Mr. Clean
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| I’m talking LIV Sunday blowing hella racks
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| Just getting right cause in my life I been from hell and back
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| I’m just that nice and I don’t write so you can tell 'em that
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| I’m just making up for nights when I was selling crack
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| On the corner in the cold tryna sling them O’s
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| And half my niggas in the city went against the code
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| Them niggas told, still partying them niggas bold
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| But I’m like fuck it I’m young and getting it them niggas old
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| Take a walk up to that mirror boy look at yourself
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| You see a getta or a nigga just lookin' for help
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| And every night I’m in the studio killing myself
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| A lot of niggas hate me now cause I’m feeling myself
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| Fuck em' though
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| They screaming be humble, boy be humble
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| But ain’t nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble
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| Looked in a cell when I seen my dreams crumble
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| Now I’m out here buzzing you can here the bee’s bumble
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| Seen some things that can’t be told
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| I was told these roads was pure as gold
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| I never told I never sold my soul
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| I just went at every thing I dove
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| Nobody’s going back to da bottom
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| Nobody’s going to da bottom
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| I can’t be every nigga role model
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| I can’t go back to the bottom
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| Niggas getting high, just to take the pain away
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| When I’m just getting by couple million for a rainy day
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| Off season but I practice like I got a game today
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| And everybody ain’t gon' make it out it’s a shame to say
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| Feeling like Mike before the fade away
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| I’m like should I take the shot? |
| or let it fade away?
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| And all this love I’m getting ain’t gon' take the hate away
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| But these haters motivate me in a crazy way
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| Ain’t no I in team — from what I done seen
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| It’s every man for himself well, until I intervene
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| I put my niggas on paper, we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood
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| When dream shatters they sell love like cocaine
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| Or heroin from heroin I’m Cobain
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| I’m blowing up I did my own thing
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| They want my soul and my body for a little change
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| I’m dancing with the Illuminati, call it Soul Train
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| Nigga
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| Seen some things that can’t be told
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| I was told these roads was pure as gold
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| I never told I never sold my soul
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| I just went at everything I dove
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| Nobody’s going back to da bottom
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| Nobody’s going to da bottom
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| I can’t be every nigga role model
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| I can’t go back to the bottom
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| Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today
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| The devil 'round the corner and the reaper a block away
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| It’s body after body very few of us find a way
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| You gotta watch for the hook like you sticking Dr. J
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| My defensive is like three fences and a brick wall
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| I get soft every time we go against ya’ll
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| I’m on guard play the point like I’m Chris Paul
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| You get crossed like AI did Mike for this ball
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| For this rock, you get shot, picked off
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| Cause in this game we shooting metal like it’s pin ball
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| I put this Mac to your face like lip gloss
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| And do you right and put you on ice like Lindros
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| Nigga
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| Nobody’s going back to da bottom
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| Nobody’s going to da bottom
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| I can’t be every nigga role model
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| I can’t go back to the bottom
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| I started with a dollar and a dream
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| And I’m willing to go and get it by any means
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| I can’t be every nigga role model
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| Why nobody my role model
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| I got my own son to raise
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| And my life is very precious
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| And my son expect me to walk through that door every night
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| So any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it
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| All my niggas out to get it
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| And we ain’t never going back to the bottom
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| None of my niggas
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| I hear everybody talking
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| He spending too much money be humble
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| Man fuck all that
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| Who was talking when I was dead broke starving huh?
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| Ay Gutta, what these niggas talking huh?
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| It’s D.C. double M, G
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| We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas
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| You heard me?
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| Meek Milly, real nigga for life! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From Da Bottom , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Lion Hearted, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп