Lupe Fiasco - Bottom of My Heart lyrics

[Verse 1] You know it’s so hard I never freeze, sleeves rolled back like Walmart Had bigger steez,I put in work get better shirts with better sleeves Hit roll back like reverse when I’m putting in work for cheddar cheese Now I’m pushin’ my worth I’m a hustler covered in letter Gs and they looking to search for something they’ll never see I invented the set, a digital pet the way I be touching keys Pushing work like I’m pushin’ the worth of having a job Like six an hour or ninety a key, a value of a nine to five is how you decide to thrive Whether flipping powder or having to rob, like you was mixing flour or having it hard Now it’s ninety an hour when I’m trafficking, y’all, traveling dog And even when I rap up in arms [Hook] From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue From a pimp’s penthouse to the bottom of the slums From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue From a pimp’s penthouse to the bottom of the slums From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun [Verse 2] You see I win y’all Where I am, where I been y’all Can’t really relate like in-laws Where money is money, money is menthol But money don’t mean nothin’, money has been y’all See I been where its been rats like Ben who be singing like Sammy Davis You know, ratting like Sammy when they in the bullpen I could never do that Not even if I was Tommy Davidson But I feel like Sosa, I be running base and swinging like Sammy with different {?] Hurley with the same dime, I be cuttin’ base This a lot to pour in, this is for the slicker hustlers The quicker picker-upers I could never spill the beans, Uncle Same never seen a dime You could never fill the jeans, the seams I got Big Punishers in-seams [Hook] From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue From a pimp’s penthouse to the bottom of the slums From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue From a pimp’s penthouse to the bottom of the slums From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun [Verse 3] It’s the remarkable, marketable marvel The Afro-American martial over this track of marvels You aught to call martial arts enthusiast Uzi is tucked in clothing articles You see us marching through, me and my partners, my marksman, my arsenal Starting arson with a fuse used for starting barbecues I squeeze at your grill, heave at the wheel ‘Cause n***as get ga**ed up and crash, it’s bad All of that adds up to ash n***as don’t know the half of any other amount of math It adds up to ask us to ask What? I been knowin’ Fingernails and knuckles, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout If you don’t know then you don’t know what you talkin’ ’bout The hazards on, the caution’s out, no walkin’ out [Hook] From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue From a pimp’s penthouse to the bottom of the slums From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue From a pimp’s penthouse to the bottom of the slums From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun