From The Bottom 2 Pistols

[Intro]
Yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup

[Chorus]
Look, I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back
Got my head to the sky and the city on my back
Grindin', you know where you can find me
Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me
I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back
Got them Gucci locs fitted in the plastic on my lap
Grindin', you know where you can find me (Geah)
Dead presidents, homie, cash rule everything around me, oh yeah
(Young boss of the city, nigga)

[Verse 1]
Pinellas County born (Born), South Florida raisеd (Raised)
Born in the slums wherе the young ain't safe (Murder city)
Never had a crumb so a thug I became
Started sellin' dope, just to get the new J's (J's)
My momma wasn't there (There), my daddy wasn't either
So I said, "Fuck school," the block was my teacher (Oakwood)
Wasn't good at math but I can break down a half
In a pot, let it rock, and have the block on smash (Yeah)
That was how me and my niggas ate (Ate)
Addicted to the fast cash, we was all flippin' big weight
In and outta state, gettin' cake like we won the lotto
Flyin' birds in the trunk like there's no tomorrow
That's the code that we live by, die by (By)
So now the donk sit high when I ride by (So high)
And BMU the only niggas that I ride for (Geah)
'Til my eyes close, nigga