One time son you know we be the illest in this Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom Easily overthrowin niggas, rollin over niggas Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin Vague memory of

Only one of us walks away Pain! Made to order I'm not the second coming, I'm the first wave Better get an army, 'cause the fire left me unscathed You betcha bottom dollar I'm the top of the shit pile So stick around 'cause I'll get to you in just a few

Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the

Weird fishes They turn me I'll hit the bottom Hit the bottom and escape In the deepest ocean The bottom of the sea Why should I stay here?

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You don't like it, you can go

Sail to you I sail to you Now there is this place With so much space It's at the bottom of the world So it lay unspoiled Wind and rain, hurricane And the black man reigned Till the white man came

I'll turn it off In all my spite And the worst part is Before it gets any better We're headed for a cliff And in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom I wanna know what it'd be like To find perfection in my pride

Sail to you I sail to you Now there is this place With so much space It's at the bottom of the world So it lay unspoiled Wind and rain, hurricane And the black man reigned Till the white man came