Kiddxsurge - Str8 from the bottom
Straight from the bottom we had zero dollars you know that my mama was struggling
Having dreams of these commas and the only problems I’m wantin is which type of cullinan
In the streets homie there ain’t no love
R.I.p nipsey he was a hustler
No lil homie swear we is not a friends you ain’t my boy nigga you is a customer
I got bitches they wanna show love
But my heart in the sky like a dove
Some my niggas they blood or they cuz
It don’t matter let’s run this shit up
Been away now it’s time to come back
I’m the surgeon I give heart attacks
Open heart because I’m speakin all facts
I been chasin these riggedy racks
Load up the mac
Running through the line trynna chase the end zone
Gotta couple niggas down trynna bring them niggas home
Everybody talking loud but they quiet when you gone
Everybody feeling proud because I did it on my own
I ain’t take shit
I’m just using everything god gave me
I been running up the profit with my man’s Steeze
Tried to put me in a coffin when they yelled freeze
Had to shake these niggas off me like some anti freeze
In the booth and I got about 5 ps
Got a face card I don’t need a id
I be ridin with pounds like I’m Dolph
Good weed nigga touchdown randy moss
Took a couple losses to the chin
You only get so many than you gotta get a win
Like fuck it something gotta give
This ain’t how a nigga like me supposed to live
This shit how it feel when you grown and about ya biz
Im feelin holy im smoking gods gift
I ran from the police but never again
I might air it out can’t go back to the pen
Free little Joey he still doin 10
I hope he don’t fuck with that bitch not again
I’m trynna stack all my commas and ends
This 420 shit is my life yet again
See how my life really changed with a pen
Came from the bandos we ran with the wind
She like how I talk might just fuck on yo bitch
I went to Vegas because I had to sin
No you cant fuck with the lab that’s the clique
Yeah I’m a felon but they keep them sticks
When I walk into the club I just tap the dj tell them play all my shit cuz it hit
Straight from the bottom we had zero dollars you know that my mama was struggling
Having dreams of these commas and the only problems I’m wantin is which type of cullinan
In the streets homie there ain’t no love
R.I.p nipsey he was a hustler
No lil homie swear we is not a friends you ain’t my boy nigga you is a customer
I got bitches they wanna show love
But my heart in the sky like a dove
Some my niggas they blood or they cuz
It don’t matter let’s run this shit up
Been away now it’s time to come back
I’m the surgeon I give heart attacks
Open heart because I’m speakin all facts
I been chasin these riggedy racks
Load up the mac
Written by:
KIARI BARNES
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