Back 2 The Bottom

(Pop go crazy for this motherfucker)

Hold up
The fuck you judging me, like you the one up (huh)
Family making posters, jealous, gossiping about my come up
Remember Ricky this, and Ricky that, nah I ain't the same (nah)
Got out the feds humble, and they called a nigga lame (what?)
Shit a shame, but I charged that shit to the game (I did)
Had to cut Big A, tried to sell [?] and my chain (what?)
Man (man) fuck it (fuck it)
I told her that I loved her, I'm a [?]
Trust me (trust me)
This ain't no regular Glock, boy this a button
I'm blessed, nigga don't never call me lucky (don't do that)
Bitches wearing wigs, got the nerve to call me ugly (bitch)
Got on Adderall's, and hit the gym, now I'm husky
Niggas say what they gon' do
Ain't nan nigga touch me
'Cause they know (they know)
If I get caught with this, they won't see me till I'm 64 (oh)
My cousin went against me for some niggas, he a ho (a ho)
My brother went against me for some fame, he a ho (a ho)
Just thought I'd let 'em know, I want smoke (bitch)
Tried to keep this shit peaceful
Mistake my kindness for weakness
My bottom bitch keeping secrets
I'm acting like I don't know
I'm gangster, don't need no nigga
I'm by myself at the show (the show)
And I shoot back to feel war
I'm trapping and watching bro (I'm trapping)
I'm tired of biting my tongue, that shit hurt (it hurt)
They throw across and act like it was me
That make it worse
Everybody ungrateful, don't nobody give a fuck (a fuck)
The best thing I can say is stay lowkey and run it up (run it up)
'Cause you go back to the bottom (bottom)
Ain't no jewelry, ain't no models (models)
Ain't no clubs, ain't no bottles (bottles)
Back to murderers and robbers
'Cause you go back to the bottom (bottom)
Ain't no jewelry, ain't no models (models)
Ain't no clubs, ain't no bottles (bottles)
Back to murderers and robbers

You know what I'm sayin'?
Aye
You know what I'm sayin'? Like
I've been, I've been, I've been patient for a long motherfuckin' time, right?
I've been humble for a long motherfuckin' time, right?
And uh
I really don't give a fuck about crashing out right about now
You know what I'm sayin'?
Aye
Keep my motherfuckin' name out your mouth, my nigga
If you ain't ready to die or go to jail, nigga
Aye
I know my kids good, nigga, all I got
Yeah
Stand on neck, nigga
Fuck you talking about?
Bitch