[Chorus]
From the bottom to the top, still praying that I'ma come up
One eye open, still sleeping with my gun tucked
Oh, no, no, no, I ain't the one, I ain't the one, don't try to run up
I'ma grind all night until the sun up, hear them boys hating on me, I don't give one fuck
[Verse 1]
Ran around the hood, fuckin' shit up, I was a BeBe Kidd
Me and Tone running in the store snatching potato chips
Mama stayed at Bingo, she was trying to bring that paper in
I had dreams of getting rich and famous, I said "I'm gon' make it big, one day I'm gon' make it big"
High school: kept getting kicked out cause I didn't rock with niggas
Tone got caught up in some shit, now he locked in prison
Fell in love with music, every nigga on my block was spitting
Bring some cash, [?] said "this your talent, bro, you got it in you, you better use it to get out this bitch"
[Chorus]
From the bottom to the top, still praying that I'ma come up
One eye open, still sleeping with my gun tucked
Oh, no, no, no, I ain't the one, I ain't the one, don't try to run up
I'ma grind all night until the sun up, hear them boys hating on me, I don't give one fuck
[Verse 2]
Too busy chasing dreams, I wasn't out here trying to chase no bitch
I was in the studio with Laino trying to make a hit
Dropped a couple songs, now everywhere I go they play my shit, tell the DJ "play my shit"
Walking through the mall signing autographs and taking pics, I can't even take a piss
From the bottom to the top, still praying that I'ma come up
One eye open, still sleeping with my gun tucked
Oh, no, no, no, I ain't the one, I ain't the one, don't try to run up
I'ma grind all night until the sun up, hear them boys hating on me, I don't give one fuck
[Verse 1]
Ran around the hood, fuckin' shit up, I was a BeBe Kidd
Me and Tone running in the store snatching potato chips
Mama stayed at Bingo, she was trying to bring that paper in
I had dreams of getting rich and famous, I said "I'm gon' make it big, one day I'm gon' make it big"
High school: kept getting kicked out cause I didn't rock with niggas
Tone got caught up in some shit, now he locked in prison
Fell in love with music, every nigga on my block was spitting
Bring some cash, [?] said "this your talent, bro, you got it in you, you better use it to get out this bitch"
[Chorus]
From the bottom to the top, still praying that I'ma come up
One eye open, still sleeping with my gun tucked
Oh, no, no, no, I ain't the one, I ain't the one, don't try to run up
I'ma grind all night until the sun up, hear them boys hating on me, I don't give one fuck
[Verse 2]
Too busy chasing dreams, I wasn't out here trying to chase no bitch
I was in the studio with Laino trying to make a hit
Dropped a couple songs, now everywhere I go they play my shit, tell the DJ "play my shit"
Walking through the mall signing autographs and taking pics, I can't even take a piss
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