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2 pistols – from the bottom lyrics

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yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup

i came from the bottom of the bottom, i ain’t never goin’ back
got my head to the sky and the city on my back
grindin’, you know where you can find me dead
president’s homie cash, rule everything around me

i came from the bottom of the bottom, i ain’t never goin’ back
got them gucci locs fitted and the plastic on my lap
grindin’ you know where you can find me dead
president’s homie, cash rule everything around me

pinellas count von south florida raised born in the slums
where the young ain’t safe never had a crum so a thug
i became starded sellin’ dope, just to get the new j’s
my momma wasn’t there, my daddy wasn’t either
so i said f-ck school, the block was my teacher

wasn’t good at math but i could break down a half in the pot
let it rock in the block on smash that was high me
and my n-gg-s ate, ate addicted to the fast cash
we was all flippin’ big weight in and out a state

gettin’ cake like we won the lotto flyin’ birds in the trunk
like there’s no tomorrow, that’s the code that we live
by die by so now they don’t sit high when i ride by
and bmu the only n-gg-s that i ride for ’til my eyes close n-gg-

i came from the bottom of the bottom, i ain’t never goin’ back
got my head to the sky and the city on my back
grindin’, you know where you can find me dead
president’s homie cash, rule everything around me

i came from the bottom of the bottom, i ain’t never goin’ back
got them gucci locs fitted and the plastic on my lap
grindin’ you know where you can find me dead
president’s homie, cash rule everything around me

money its one h-ll of a motivation
but it could put you in some f-cked up situations
i learned how to flip that white but that white almost
got me life, knock, knock, the feds at the front door
half a brick in the toilet tryna flush more

what the f-ck, i’ma do now, i’m locked up
how the f-ck i’ma get out
on the road to riches and diamond rings
got a pistol on my lap tryna get this green

sh-t i’m tryna live that dream, stay fly like a n-gg-
grew wings, i’m so fly in ’em thousand dollar jeans
d-boy fresh n-gg- from my head to my feet
and i’m a tell ya like pack told me
cash rule everything around 2.p.

i came from the bottom of the bottom, i ain’t never goin’ back
got my head to the sky and the city on my back
grindin’, you know where you can find me dead
president’s homie cash, rule everything around me

i came from the bottom of the bottom, i ain’t never goin’ back
got them gucci locs fitted and the plastic on my lap
grindin’ you know where you can find me dead
president’s homie, cash rule everything around me

oh yeah, you see i’m the last one left right
(n-gg-)
we got knocked off
(off)
they got knocked off
(yeah)

got knocked off
(yes)
you got knocked off
(yeah)
got knocked off

all these n-gg-s got knocked off, see i’m the last n-gg- left
see i tell you what i do right, i go holla at a solid n-gg-
i get me a couple solids n-gg-, solid block, ha, ha
go lock sh-t down murk city, all the m-th-f-ckin’ city down

n-gg- the whole m-th-f-ckin’ bank
n-gg- i put the city on my back
n-gg-, a lot of y’all n-gg-s wouldn’t be eatin’
if it wasn’t for me, know what i’m sayin’ n-gg-s

ain’t know how i don’t work this sh-t for free
and i was lookin’ up for this n-gg-, know what i’m sayin
and this other n-gg- is over here listenin’
and this n-gg- over here sayin’, oh, i don’t like that

n-gg-, you f-ck that n-gg-‘s -ss up
but i’m not going to work for yo -ss
what the f-ck you man mean, what the f-ck you mean
i am that n-gg-, you know what i’m talkin’ about?

just listen, i was gonna say somethin’
i’m not going to say too much, you dig, ha, ha
just know that i am the brand new young boss of the city
real talk, you know and i know now, what it really is chyea
f-ck with ya n-gg- man


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