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Robert Melton
Robert Melton
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Lyrics

Came from the bottom of the bottom
Where they heartless
When I was baby
They was raiding the apartment
They just wanna know
Where the bricks and the rocks is
Dummies didn't know
That the keys where the glock is
Hustle in my blood
Yeah I know that shit
Everything 50/50
I condone that risk
We dispose of a ****
Like a Kodak pic
If he ever wanna talk that shit
Do you want action?
**** choose
Like it's tobacco
You want smoke, lil ****
Nah, I'm too macro
But my **** keep a bat
Like the Hou Astros
But if you diss me on a track
We can do that doe
I done had enough of these new Black folk
I got more drive than a new Rav 4
You just need to know
I'm a passionate man
I could make 11 bands
Outta half of a gram
Wait...
That's exaggeration
But I made it this far
No congratulations
Hating **** hate
Fuck it
That's they occupation
**** wanna try and test my patience
They need to hit the books
Damn near five years
Yeah I had what it took
When you get around my mob
You the one that's shook
Whoops
Muhfuckas
Think I’m finna leave
No
Way
I’m only goin up
And I’m bringing my team
The whole
Gang
I used to daydream
Bout times like these
In '08
I used to fantasize
Bout times like these
All
Day, ****
I always been on the grind
I always gave it the time
I tantalize
I was approved and denied
But my voice is amplified
I blame my pride
I always been on the grind
I always gave it the time
I tantalize
I was approved and denied
But my voice is amplified
I
Still need to do a lotta shit
I wanna ice out my wrist
The kind that you see like
"Damn what time is it?"
Still haven't blown
Fuck it, that's politics
But I'm still confident
Living in a virtual simulation
I want sheer elation
She want stimulation
They want invitations
Fuck all of you haters
They don't get attention
Cause that's doing them a favor
I got chicken pox
Nah, you **** can't touch me
Asking for a feature
When they shit get dusty
I be running back the whole game
Can't rush me
I be in the booth doin this for my own peace
TSCOD, the only squad
They my homies
Name another team
That got Mike, LeBron, and Kobe
I'mma have to die
Before somebody try to clone me
Think about it
Man that is so deep
Wait...
That's exaggeration
But I made it this far
No congratulations
Hating **** hate
Fuck it
That's they occupation
**** wanna try and test my patience
They need to hit the books
Damn near five years
Yeah I had what it took
When you get around my mob
You the one that's shook
Whoops
Muhfuckas
Think I’m finna leave
No
Way
I’m only goin up
And I’m bringing my team
The whole
Gang
I used to daydream
Bout times like these
In '08
I used to fantasize
Bout times like these
All
Day, ****
Written by: Robert Melton
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