From The Bottom

You know how my life been crazy

Come with me, come be my baby

Proud to say that you my lady

Fuck em all, let they out hating

Young, Rasta comin' straight up out the bottom Livin' with some problems

Feel as if the money and the love gon' help em solve em

You talkin' crazy, be prepared for when they up and pop you

Red dot, headshot, no need to call a doctor

They say they love you, you can't trust em, they the real impostors

In my ways, it's what I'm stuck to, said I'm sorry, mama

I gotta make some good memories for them nights of trauma