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from the bottom - conway the machine lyrics

[intro]
yeah
i know the vibes niqqa

[verse]
i come from the bottom, i came from the struggle
n0body gave me sh*t 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 m*ffle (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 f*ck 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 (n0body gave me sh*t)
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 sh*t was hard work, straight like that)
i came from the bottom
[verse 2]
scr*ped the side of the pot with the fork (ahn)
sh*t ain’t a game on my block what you thought?? (maybach niqqa)
drummin’ pot, the cops’ not gettin’ caught niqqa
30 shot glocks, better watch what you talk (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
dropped a hunnid for the watch that i bought
i pull up on my block then drop the top on the porsche (you see it niqqa)
gettin’ money i got it locked in a vault (ahh)
{?} (f*ck the cops niqqa)
i was in the holdin’ center wearin’ slippers (facts)
don’t compare me to this new era niqqas
that’s where we differ
we ain’t hesitatin’ we airin’ bl!ckers (boom boom boom)
2 to the head get ’em buried quicker
counted my blessings and i counted my losses (ahh)
i’m at the round table surrounded by bosses
my shooter gun you down with the pound then he toss it
took a bullet to the head but now i’m cautious

- conway the machine lyrics

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