Key Glock's lyrics illustrate a journey of struggle and triumph, transitioning from hardship to success. He reflects on his rise from humble beginnings in South Memphis to achieving notable financial and personal success. The song emphasizes his relentless perseverance—symbolized by "ten toes down" and constant grinding—against adversity and detractors. Surrounded by "cutthroat" individuals who share his hard-edged resolve, Key Glock underscores themes of loyalty and survival. The artist also juxtaposes material gain with emotional resilience, indicating that his current lifestyle, filled with luxury and "blessings on blessings," is a stark contrast to his past challenges. Additionally, he addresses the superficial and often deceptive nature of relationships, showcasing a more guarded approach to trust. Ultimately, the track serves as both a declaration of victory over his past and a testament to the unwavering determination that propelled him forward.
From The Bottom
Lyrics
G-lock
South Memphis' finest
Yeah (get the bag, King Wonka)
Ayy
You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (cutthroat), yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah, they cutthroat (yeah)
Ten toes down, I stayed on my grind
Yeah, you know, I had money on my mind
Walkin' home, face long, lookin' down
Like, "Damn, damn, damn, I gotta shine" (shine)
On these hatin' ass niggas, yeah (yeah)
And these hatin' ass bitches, uh (yeah, fuck you hoes)
Remember sayin', "I gotta get it" (I gotta get it)
Yeah, and now a nigga gettin' plenty
(Ayy, I'm really havin' this shit, yeah)
My watch hittin', pendant glistenin' (bitch)
Ayy, every day it's Christmas (bitch)
And this just the way I'm livin' (bitch)
It ain't no more stressin' (uh-uh)
God sent me blessings on blessings (for real)
Look, it ain't 'bout luck nigga (no more stressin', God sent me blessings)
Don't blame me, nigga (blessings), haha (on blessings)
Ayy, blame the nigga that made you (yeah)
The devil in my face but God got my back though (God got my back)
The pistol on my waist, cock back let it blast (bah)
Mclaren face, my mama every time I crash, yeah
I told my new bitch that I'm nothin' like her last, yeah (like her last)
I told this bitch that I'm gettin' too much paper (too much)
Difference between me and him, is he gon' save ya (haha, yeah)
But I might fuck her then delete the number later, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Can't trust these thots, these hoes cravin' for a baby, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Pull up on opps and, yeah, I rock 'em like a crater, uh
Me and the gang been poppin' duck, hittin' gators, yeah (yeah)
Got plenty favor, I be drippin' on a hater, yeah (yeah, yeah)
This shit still major, still got millions on the table, nigga (no cap)
Ayy, I be grindin' like I'm skatin', nigga
I just told this one bitch she ain't fuckin' with no basic nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I just poured a four up but it's Wock' Wock' with no chaser, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Black and white diamonds in my Jacob segregation, nigga (segregation, nigga)
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayy
You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (up though, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Bah
The fuck?
Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright(s): Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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