Bottom Of The Bottom

[Intro] Ballin Like I'm Kobe the mixtape 150 dreamteam, man You already know what it is, man I grinded my way to the top, nigga you already know No hand outs, nigga Let's get it [Verse 1] From the bottom of the bottoms It was nothing under me Now I'm that nigga, everywhere I go and I'm who all the bitches wanna see Who could ever picture me? When I was broke who ever mentioned me? 2010 you wasn't friends with me, now I'm hot you can't get bands with me Look how all these bitches stare at me Come here baby, tell me what you see Look at all these diamonds on my neck and wrist yeah baby this is like 20 grand a piece I'm a dog with these hoes got em sucking dick, squatting on their hands and knees Trying to take the whole 150 overseas we gon' probably need a fleet But when I think about it probably all my niggas felons We gon probably need to sneak People out of town paying me to speak and their charging you to see Ain't no more 500, no free shit, bitch my jeans cost a G Plus my ear rings bout a 9 piece and my watch cost a half-a-key I've been balling since I dropped Fazoland (?) a referee And these G Fazos go with everything, buy at least 3 pair a week And you know for Kob we shoot 24s with 23s on our feet No Giuseppe kicks or them Louis Vs cop a nice pair of nikes a week [Hook] x2 From the bottom of the bottoms There was nothing under me Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary Cuz living ain't cheap tell me how this the land of the free (Cuz living ain't cheap how the fuck is this the land of the free) [Verse 2] 100 niggas on the corner And they killing shit for me, better not play with me Never Leave My Brothers til the death of me 79 and Essex when I rest in peace re-up by the week Baking soda, yola—that's the recipe Double rock the D Come and shop with me, one on top of 3 Profit all I see Nigga look at me, never on shit Now I got them keys and I got them ps Super OGs, never mix shit, I love smoking weed And I'm off the lean 16 that's when I became a fiend Spilt a 6 on my Balmain Jeans 1400 now they 17, That's on everything 100 bitches in the club want a wedding ring I'm so M.O.B. that's over everything If it ain't money calling Imma let it ring Keep a bank roll, my shit can't fold Out here in the rain in a Range Rov In the same clothes, running late for shows I can't change clothes til the bank close G Herbo that youngin' now 'Member youngin' I was running wild With them killers, we 100 deep Up on Essex with 100 rounds And we warring all the time Lost my niggas, see an opp and we gon gun him down Show no mercy in the streets they gon remember me 150 at the top and bitch it started- [Hook] x2 From the bottom of the bottoms There was nothing under me Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree I was born in the trap tryna stay up out the penitentiary Cuz living ain't cheap tell me how this the land of the free (Cuz living ain't cheap how the fuck is this the land of the free)