paroles de chanson
Yea,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
I
come
from
bottom
to
the
top
I
seen
a
lotta
niggas
fall
Top
to
the
bottom,
'cause
they
flow
wasn't
hot
(hot)
Them
niggas
swore
they
was
chillin,
reality
they
not
(not)
That's
why
I'm
in
the
spot,
treat
the
stu
like
the
pot
I'm
cheffin'
up
that
product,
get
my
strip
back
in
order
Hit
records,
it's
like
a
brick,
16
is
like
a
quarter
That's
why
I'm
tryna
flip
it,
this
time
I'ma
do
it
different
Mixtapes
is
like
a
fiend,
niggas
givin'
free
hits
and
You
niggas
let
'em
sample
it,
never
give
'em
the
work
Now
his
tape
better
than
your
album,
sales
lookin'
hurt
I'm
tryna
take
it
back
in
the
day,
when
it
was
twenty
time
Industry
is
fucked
up,
they
back
to
sellin'
niggas
dimes
Singles
is
nickles,
lotta
albums
done
flopped
Lotta
labels
been
dropped,
you
was
signed,
now
you
not
(nah)
That's
why
I
never
play
with
the
position
I'm
held
with
Who
lie
about
sellin'
drugs?
Album
ain't
sell
shit,
nigga
Yo,
you
heard
the
title,
nigga
(5-3-4)
yeah
I'm
that
same
cat
with
the
fofo
long
You
niggas
bust
shots
(yeah)
but
you
throw
yours
wrong
Who
flow
like
Bleek?
Think,
no
other
You
heard
the
title,
nigga
(5-3-4)
Niggas
didn't
want
that
(yeah)
I'm
still
where
you
pump
at
You
catch
me
(yeah)
on
anybody
block,
how
you
love
that?
I'm
'bout
to
have
this
thing
on
lock,
you
can't
tell
me
different
(nah)
I
got
the
soft
and
hard
top,
you
could
tell
I'm
livin'
I
got
that
raa
on
my
lap,
just
don't
tell
the
snitches
They
got
they
tail
between
they
legs,
you
could
tell
they
bitches
It
ain't
no
heaven
for
a
G,
go
to
hell
with
it
My
life
is
deep,
motherfuckers
please
delve
in
it
Started
with
promo,
no
homo,
movin'
12
inches
Pimp
the
game,
comin'
of
age
at
12,
bitches
That's
when
I
had
well-wishes
Niggas
call
me
prince
of
the
city
Next
in
line
for
the
king
of
new-yitty,
pity
How
the
same
niggas
that
bailed
with
me,
bailed
on
me?
Took
too
many
pulls
of
the
L
on
me
Drank
up
all
the
Kool-Aid,
left
glasses
in
my
kitchen
Food
for
thought,
my
nigga
you
do
the
dishes
Know
the
game
and
the
name,
I
ain't
change
for
shit
Yo,
you
heard
the
title,
nigga
(5-3-4)
yeah
I'm
that
same
cat
with
the
fofo
long
You
niggas
bust
shots
(yeah)
but
you
throw
yours
wrong
Who
flow
like
Bleek?
Think,
no
other
You
heard
the
title,
nigga
(5-3-4)
Niggas
didn't
want
that,
I'm
still
where
you
pump
at
You
catch
me
on
anybody
block,
how
you
love
that?
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