Key Glock - From The Bottom lyrics

[Intro] G-Lock South Memphis' finest Yeah (Get the bag, King Wonka) Ayy [Chorus] You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (Cut, cutthroat), yeah All these young ni**as 'round me cutthroat (Cut, cutthroat), yeah All these young ni**as 'round me cutthroat (Cut, cutthroat) Yeah, they cutthroat (Cut, cutthroat), yeah, they cutthroat (Yeah) [Verse] Ten toes down, I stayed on my grind Yeah, you know, I had money on my mind Walkin' home, face long, lookin' down Like, "Damn, damn, damn, I gotta shine" (Shine) On these hatin' ass ni**as, yeah (Yeah) And these hatin' ass b*tches, uh (Yeah, fu*k you hoes) Remember sayin', "I gotta gеt it" (I gotta get it) Yeah, and now a ni**a gettin' plеnty (Gettin' plenty, ayy, I'm really havin' this sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah) My watch hittin', pendant glistenin' (b*tch) Ayy, every day it's Christmas (b*tch) And this just the way I'm livin' (b*tch) It ain't no more stressin' (Uh-huh) God sent me blessings on blessings (For real) Look, I ain't 'bout to [?] (No more stressin', God sent me blessings) Don't blame me, ni**a (Blessings), haha (On blessings) Ayy, blame the ni**a that made you (Yeah) The devil in my face but God got my back though (God got my back) The pistol on my waist, can't wait to let it blast (Bah) McLaren, text my momma every time I crash, yeah I told my new b*tch that I'm nothin' like her last, yeah (Like her last) I told this b*tch that I'm gettin' too much paper (Too much) Difference between me and him, is he gon' save it (Haha, yeah) But I might fu*k her then delete the number later, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Can't trust these thots, these hoes cravin' for a baby, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Pull up on opps, yeah I rock 'em like a crater (Boom, bah) Me and the gang, we poppin' thugs and engage, yeah (Yeah) Got plenty favor, I be drippin' on a hater, yeah (Yeah, yeah) This sh*t still major, still got millions on the table, ni**a (No cap) Ayy, I be grindin' like I'm skatin', ni**a I just told this one b*tch she ain't fu*kin' with no basic ni**a (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ayy, I just poured a four up but it's Wock'-Wock' with no chaser, ni**a (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Black and white diamonds in my Jacob segragation, ni**a (Segragation, ni**a) Yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy [Chorus] You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (Up though, yeah, yeah, yeah) All these young ni**as 'round me cutthroat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah All these young ni**as 'round me cutthroat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah Yeah, they cutthroat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah, yeah, they cutthroat (Yeah, yeah), yeah [Outro] Bah The fu*k