Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of

I'm ghetto, excuse me My life is a movie Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me Can't make no excuses Excuse me, excuse me Yeah, I came from the mud Came from the bottom Spot 'em, I got 'em I bought a bandana for 600 dollars

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble Got your main bitch with me bent over

Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows All I wanted was a new Mercedes Women love me but the niggas hate it But how can I lose when I came from the bottom? Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it Bending off the corner

And make believe it came from you I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter They're gonna knock me off my feet Kisses on the bottom I'll be glad I've got 'em And sign "with love" the way you do I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet I'm gonna smile