Bottom Barrels

Who gave you the crown to claim town?
Fuck it, I'm down, hands up, feet on the ground
You out of bound like a loose hound
Not knowing who the fuck you talking to tryna raise that sound

Get that bullshit high school beef off the street
These real motherfuckers making peace trying to eat
I work for the family and the family works for me
Quit imitating a culture that's not your society

Good for nothing, not what you gotta show for
You sell shitty weed, and your girl's a whore
I'll backdoor your best store, buy many more
What have you really done, homeboy, that's hardcore?

Segregate from the culture like a hoodlum vulture
When the world's on your shoulder, think the block's gonna hold you
But my people will come through faster than a deal
Deeper than a landfill, like who's shit to make you feel

And I ain't gotta point fingers
But you motherfuckers treat your homeboys like swingers
What's a hood, what's good, I wish you would
Try to split my people like a griffin of blood

But we better than that, matter of fact
You're the reason why your little brother's on the street stuck on crack
Remote out through the grapevine, word of mouth
I guess one street's really what you're all about

I hear them talking like their words surely mean a shit
These bottom bearers suckers mack and some will feed a kid
They've never done anything in their life that's permanent
So keep on staring at the table, you can never sell it

Don't even work me, how old are you, 30?
Bet your family don't even think you're fucking worthy
To hold your last name, you a sad case
Trying to bang a gang that ain't got a real base

Born to this town, but I'm bigger than the city
Cause I'm always on the move, so the fatties couldn't get me
The team needs me, sorta like Kobe
You stuck playing poker, taking money from your homies

Back it up sucker, rack it up for my respect
Talking big things, but you're sweating from head to neck
Wait a sec, did you say you claim a sec?
Cause I heard you ain't correct, according to my connect

You don't have the mindset for the shit that I saw
Take time to care about your boulevard or your avenue
I ain't having you doing business dirty
So the money's being mad at you

Now she's my bitch, making my guys rich
My fam stick thick, like a fried dish
Smoke me, type it, I don't need a sidekick
I know every motive to everybody that's righteous

And the total opposite, spot a stake inside his pit
Think you all the opposite? Do that when I drop the shit
Don't even honor it, I'm better than your bottom bearers
And I'm still walking down the street dropping this Adderall

I hear them talking like their words actually mean a shit
These bottom bearers, suckers, mackies, I'm a dealer kid
They've never done anything in their life this perfect kid
So keep on staring at the same old, indifference kid