Bottom of the State

(Verse)

Too too much love will get you killed

Tell me how this sound, could you tell me how you feel

Um really on a mission tunnel vision with a drill

Eyes bloodshot the blood clot them a feel

That pressure burst pipes

Actors act worse when them lights

Really get to flashing

And cut, nope um lookin for some action

(said um looking for some)

(yea, I keep my)

Head a swivel cause the hate come in cals

Bitch I been a dog I ain’t never need a pal

take a **** hoe before I take a **** style

Gotta watch yo back they be acting like they proud

Gotta watch yo front cause they’ll do it in yo face

Yeen gotta ask hell yea a **** straight

Energy be off FPL must be late

She turned a **** on man ha energy is great

Only time um stuck when um entering ha face

Bitch im from the city at the bottom of the state

Bitch im from the city at the bottom

(Bitch im from the city at the bottom)

The water cold and so is the hoes

Leave yo heart at the door and take off yo close

If you militant um hopin you ain’t leave yo pole

Down’t let that fish get fillet and put on the stove

Cause a snake a eat anything it get a hold of

Lace up yo boots, let them know its over

I came in strapped down, buckled up

I got my feet straight

Bout my business no briefcase

The epicenter of the free base

To the death like the city of the cheesesteaks

Imma problem but they rather go opp

Seen the other side of the hood, this hood pop

I mean the other side of this hood u might could shop

Please don’t tell nobody if they knock they gone rot

yea, ok

Head on swivel cause the hate come in piles

And If the shoe fit you should gone walk a mile

I gotta keep a tech I ain’t worried bout the

foul

Where um from no a vest don’t protect from the pow

Please don’t blow my high um in space

Please don’t go right by it’s no race

Headshot gone take this bottle to the face

Bitch um from the city at the bottom of the state

(Bitch um from the city at the bottom)

(Hook)

Too too much love will get you killed

Tell me how this sound, could you tell me how you feel

Um really on a mission tunnel vision with a drill

Eyes bloodshot the blood clot them a feel

That pressure burst pipes

Actors act worse when them lights

Really get to flashing

and cut, man um looking for some action

(I said um looking for some)

Head on swivel cause the hate come in piles

And If the shoe fit you should gone walk a mile

I gotta keep a tech I ain’t worried bout the

foul

Where um from no a vest don’t protect from the pow.