Lyrics:
Started from the bottom
I had to hustle
Been on one ain't enough
I had to double
I gotta get my hustle
Ima hustler
I gotta get my hustle
Ima hustler
failed by the people I love
But Your faithful arms, they surround me
And any other soul who has to sail those seas
Of a broken family
We've been down
This shit here all I know
(That's on my soul, that's on my soul)
(That's on my soul, that's on my soul)
(June, you're a genius) facts
Slipper
get stomped in
The neighborhood Watts and Long Beach
Boy, you out of reach
This is TDE, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock
Schoolboy Q, we hot, you not
This a freestyle
I got to prove
Coming from the bottom I know what it is to loose
Before you give me edits try at least to give me credit, huh
I dig dip in my soul
Uh oh
Looks like we got another one of them sad ass love songs again
Alex Asar
This here's for the radio edit
Aye Aye Aye Aye
I Love Ya baby
You
the money shorter
What make you get it by any means you broke the rotor
Troubled water troubled water, troubled water
I oughtta stick a knife in your neck
credit A better edit of your life in real time Force-feeding Lyme disease for those staying blind By choice. Hissing for a voice Born with the power
get off the hook boy
When it comes to fornite, Your at the bottom of the list
Every bullet shot you missed, Mate you are getting badly dissed
You're
by a gate, and tied together by a tether
You try to break it loose, but your strength has been reduced, and your hope does not produce, and your mind
I put this Mac to your face like lip gloss
And do you right and put
You on ice like Lindros nigga
Nobody's going back to da bottom
Nobody's going
to touch your smile
Ice droppin', red bottom sky
Intrigued by the moment, look like she know why
Ice droppin', red bottom sky
Ice on my feet, I keep
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
impossible
But I love me
From top to bottom
Top to bottom
Top to bottom
Top to bottom
To my black queens who's live in this world
Let that soul glow, yo mind
soul'd out
Top to bottom
With a heart that can't be bought out
Soul'd Out! Yeah I'm Soul'd out
Laced up by the works of the cross
So get the Word Out,
get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
got it by the mane
Cut up the man, then a pelt of human
I don't fuckin think your beliefs humane
Breeding more hate, so you need em' in cages
Meet em
get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a
Tall boy underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
to feel it, to know that you mean it
From the bottom of your soul
Let me know that I'm adored
It's not enough for you simply to say it
Instead of telling me
is closin' in above the lamps in your street
Lucifer goes walkin' down for you to meet
Minutes pass so slowly by the hands on your clock
Heaven's
jump to conclusions
I came back your ass was on the moon
Planted seeds I rooted for you
You my lil summer bloom
You know chiropractic soul reaching
is closin' in above the lamps in your street
Lucifer goes walkin' down for you to meet
Minutes pass so slowly by the hands on your clock
Heaven's
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