From da Bottom Meek Mill (Ft. Guordan Banks)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Young niggas gettin' money
And we don't owe you niggas shit
I'm from Philly nigga
We come from the bottom
Come from nothin'
And niggas got the nerve to ask me why I'm stuntin'?
Huh?

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy, drunk Spade with Hov
In the VIP of the 40, with some bad-ass hoes
Had my grip on my forty, still was at that stove
The same night work got cooked half that sold
A pyrex and a triple beam
Like Mr. King had a dream we ain't miss a fiend
Talking dirty to these niggas with my Listerine
If I was there you know we ball, Mr. Clean
I'm talking LIV Sunday blowing hella racks
Just getting right cause in my life I been from hell and back
I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell 'em that
I'm just making up for nights when I was selling crack
On the corner in the cold tryna sling them O's
And half my niggas in the city went against the code
Them niggas told, still partying them niggas bold
But I'm like fuck it I'm young and getting it them niggas old
Take a walk up to that mirror boy look at yourself
You see a getta or a nigga just lookin' for help
And every night I'm in the studio killing myself
A lot of niggas hate me now cause I'm feeling myself
Fuck em' though
They screaming be humble, boy be humble
But ain't nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble
Looked in a cell when I seen my dreams crumble
Now I'm out here buzzing you can here the bee's bumble