Rock Bottom

I'd advise you to turn back

It's not safe

Rock Bottom

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Papa Dade county nigga I rest my feam

Triple my dough with a triple beam

Laid back in the back with a cat on my lap

And a fastac ready to serve a feen

I live a dream and work my spot

I ain't talking about clicking rocks

I'm talkin' 'bout that shit you blow

When you ride around and you push that drop

Blueberry I put you down, 38 might get you a pound

34 how the fuck you sound

And 33 get a bitch shot down

Come down to overtown

Where them boys roll with a 4 pound

And and 4-5 with a deuce-deuce

Look at all boys they get loose

Watch out, Cubo's coming

Coming through when he spitting something

Some of y'all are spitting nothing

Frontin' like you killing, what!

Imma rep, 305, till the day, that I die

You niggas got a problem with a nigga like this

In the club, that shit, we could go outside

Let em fly, ride a clip, lose the clip, shoot the clip

Y'all niggas don't want no beef with me

I'm telling you niggas seriously

Ain't nothing wrong with bangers

Leave a nigga cooked like angus

Niggas wanna drop with that anus

I'm telling y'all niggas we dangerous

Rock Bottom

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Where's it at

Rock rock bottom of the map, where it's at

There's no receipts in these streets

If you cop it, you keep it, that's that

I got that fal-con of glued mentality

I do this for every hood, every block

To the ones that push keys

To the ones that push petty rocks

If you pull off that, then I pull it pop

Lemme show how them boys down here roll

They know how to cook a yellow slab

To match their mouth with yellow gold

No job's a handful of work

And the bitches down here work poles

These bootlegers pimp harder

They niggas they the ones that work hoes

D-A-D-E where we sell coke and hoes

From pools to C-C-O-T to OP, Windwood, to AP

Them boys up pull up in the van, jump out like the A-Team

And they love, and they love to spray things

Let's not talk about the night

Cause this just a motherfucking day thing

Welcome to the bottom, we call it the crib

B-E-T, that's how we live, banana clips will leave ya

You banana split, we got plenty bullets to give

So fuck that South Beach shit, yeah, that's what it is

Next time y'all come to the bottom

Make sure y'all come over the bridge

Rock Bottom

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Where's it at

I'm from the bottom of the map, the bottom of the atlas

The bottom of the globe, where they stuffing dope in the mattress

And how do they cash into yours, stashing guns in they rides

And be the snitch ass niggas be badder than pride

I'm in that big body, pins on fold, no grub

I don't ride with a Mork, and I don't roll with scrubs

I don't party in clubs, and don't laugh and clown

Keep it one hundred and one, man don't be fucking around

Cause in my side of the city, pretty shit don't live

Nice shit don't exist, and ain't no love to give

What you want out of this life you gots to go out and take it

Cause they ain't giving one no opportunities to make it

You come in this world naked, and mama can dress you

But sooner or later, you come out and deal with the pressure

There are niggas that you've lost only to not return

So whatever you've earned, protect it, or burn

It's time you learned

Rock Bottom

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Where's it at