Shampagne

Shampagne - Coming From The Bottom lyrics

rate me

Coming from the bottom,

Stick to the plan, best understand

This for my 'fam you know I got 'em

It ain't no problem, hear what I'm sayin'

It ain't no game no we don't play we here to solve 'em.

Oh pardon me, am I doin' something that I ain't supposed to be?

When it come to this money I got OCD, and I'm gettin' more bread than a toaster, see?

I ain't seein' these ho's, they notice me

Oh shit, that's your girl? Wasn't known to me

She phonin' me, ahh it ain't no problem I'll send her home around quarter three

Now I don't need another nigga tell me that I'm real,

And I could give a fuck about how any nigga feel,

I ain't big, but I'm heavy with the steel

Fine, get in line, I'll take another nigga meal

You can't sleep in the street boy you got a gwop

First you get to work, then you get a shop

You can get it soft, or you can get it rock

Then it's up to you, go get it off

Times tough but with dope people get a spot

Come on cash up, that's a better top

Go on the road, go get a block

Treat it like a dread, we gon' get a lot

Dome outta control, I guess I got a lot

Now I gotta lay low fo it gettin' hot

Things going good, I don't wanna stop

Boy it's so hard, when you're gettin' knocks

Just know I don't ever forget,

It is what it is I don't ever regret

I go get mine, I ain't living a debt

Time to put it on the line, yeah I'm living a bet

Huh, it's a firm go getter for set

It don't matter what it is, yeah my nigga's will rep

So I'm doing it for them, I ain't taking a rest

And I ain't gon stop till they lay me to rest

It's all good, what's up block?

You nigga's talkin' shit, then you might get shot

It's how we get down, how we get down

It's how we get down, how we get down

Coming from the bottom,

Stick to the plan, best understand

This for my 'fam you know I got 'em

It ain't no problem, hear what I'm sayin'

It ain't no game no we don't play we here to solve 'em.

E-pills beaters, nine millimeters

Got these bitches, catchin' seizures

Got these haters, pissed off

Oh well, get my bricks off

And when I say bricks, I mean dope G

And nobody ever owe me

You's a loser, stay a broke B

Wishin' you was like me

Probably wanna fight me, oh well

I don't fight see?

Lose your life easy, ha ha hee hee

Tiny, not an MC

Matter fact, I don't like rap

Rather be out pitchin' crack

Big gun by my nutsack

Stack the money where's the funds at?

Haaa, where's ya funds at? Ha

I know I'm sick, I'm patient though

Like a red light, I gotta wait to go

I'm a tickin' time bomb while I wait to blow

Hmm, the boy hot got a Cajun flow

Waitin' for the deal, ain't the show

But now I gotta eat so my paper grow

I ain't frying dumpling but I'm making dough

I stay around white but it ain't the snow

What you waitin' fo? Or wanna discuss?

Summer Hill Firm Grip, they don't run it with us

I know the whole game don't want us to bust but

It don't matter what they want, it's a must

The beat crack so the high is a rush

My ten stacks, so they cry and they fuss

We crazy, I ain't lyin' we nuts

We that shit that they dyin' to flush

Trust, stay in the dust we above the grave

On top of that list that you love to hate

Fans stay fiendin' like a drug to take

And I stay dropping bombs like I'm from Kuwait

Once I'mma eat, I'mma done the plate

No bite, no taste not a crumb to take

I'mma count money till my thumbs will ache,

And then I'll count more till they numb or break

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