From The Bottom Conway the Machine

[Intro]
Yeah
I know the vibes niqqa

[Verse]
I come from the bottom, I came from the struggle
Nobody gave me shit my niqqa I had to hustle (I had to get it niqqa)
Sittin' in the trap with racks in the duffel (facts)
Silencer on the MAC so the rachet is muffle (Rahhh)
You pretend to be my man I don't trust you
'Cos soon as a niqqa up, he turn his back and it's fuck you (I know the vibes niqqa)
I spend a bag and have my young niqqa touch you
And I don't care if I love you, you violate I'ma cut you (talk to 'em)
I'm the godfather of organized grime
Members of organized crime was more of my kind
I had snortеd white line, distorted my mind
I am on thе corner at 9, mornin' time grime
Bulletproof Lamb truck, I had to fortify mines
You made your mother proud I probably murdered 5 moms (woo)
They had my dawg behind the wall since '99 and took his time on a {?} we gon' ride till the end

[Chorus]
I came from the bottom niqqa, I came from the struggle (I came from the struggle niqqa)
A niqqa never ever gave me nothin', my niqqa I had to hustle (nobody gave me shit)
I came from the bottom niqqa (I mean I was in the trenches niqqa, I came from the mud niqqa)
I came from the bottom niqqa (that shit was hard work, straight like that)
I came from the bottom