From Da Bottom (feat. Guordan)

Meek Mill

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    Young niggas gettin' money
    And we don't owe you niggas shit
    I'm from philly nigga
    We come from the bottom
    Come from nothin'
    And niggas got the nerve to ask me why I'm stuntin?
    Huh?

    I'da sip ciroc with diddy, drunk spade with hov
    In the vip of the 40, with some bad-ass hoes
    Had my grip on my forty, still was at that stove
    The same night work got cooked half that sold
    A pyrex and a triple beam
    Like mr. King had a dream we ain't miss a fiend
    Talking dirty to these niggas with my listerine
    If I was there you know we ball, mr. Clean
    I'm talking liv sunday blowing hella racks

    Just getting right cause in my life I been from hell and back
    I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell 'em that
    I'm just making up for nights when I was selling crack
    On the corner in the cold try'na sling them o's
    And half my niggas in the city went against the code
    Them niggas told, still partying them niggas bold
    But I'm like fuck it I'm young and getting it them niggas old

    Take a walk up to that mirror boy look at yourself
    You see a getta or a nigga just lookin' for help
    And every night I'm in the studio killing myself
    A lot of niggas hate me now cause I'm feeling myself
    Fuck em' though
    They screaming be humble, boy be humble
    But ain't nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble
    Looked in a cell when I seen my dreams crumble
    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
    I was told these roads was pure as gold
    I never told I never sold my soul
    I just went at every thing I dove
    Nobody's going back to da bottom
    Nobody's going to da bottom
    I can't be every nigga role model
    I can't go back to the bottom

    Niggas getting high, just to take the pain away
    When I'm just getting by couple million for a rainy day
    Off season but I practice like I got a game today
    And everybody ain't gon' make it out it's a shame to say
    Feeling like mike before the fade away
    I'm like should I take the shot? Or let it fade away?
    And all this love I'm getting ain't gon' take the hate away
    But these haters motivate me in a crazy way

    Ain't no I in team - from what I done seen
    It's every man for himself well, until I intervene
    I put my niggas on paper, we swarm
    Paper like lions when they smell blood
    When dream shatters they sell love like cocaine
    Or heroin from heroin I'm cobain
    I'm blowing up I did my own thing
    They want my soul and my body for a little chain
    I'm dancing with the illuminati call it soul train
    Nigga

    Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today
    The devil 'round the corner and the reaper a block away
    It's body after body very few of us find a way
    You gotta watch for the hook like you sticking dr. J
    My defensive is like three fences and a brick wall
    I get soft every time we go against ya'll
    I'm on guard play the point like I'm chris paul

    You get crossed like ai did mike for this ball
    For this rock you get shot, picked off
    Cause in this game we shooting metal like it's pin ball
    I put this mac to your face like lip gloss
    And do you right and put you on ice like lindros
    Nigga

    I started with a dollar and a dream
    And I'm willing to go and get it by any means
    I can't be every nigga role model
    Why nobody my role model
    I got my own son to raise
    And my life is very precious
    And my son expect me to walk through that door every night
    So any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it
    All my niggas out to get it
    And we ain't never going back to the bottom

    None of my niggas
    I hear everybody talking
    He spending too much money be humble
    Man fuck all that
    Who was talking when I was dead broke starving huh?
    Ay gutta, what these niggas talking huh?
    It's d.c. Double m, g
    We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas
    You heard me?
    Meek milly, real nigga for life!

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