I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
Got some homies
Sneak dissing me
But watching my page
Got some hoes
That be missing me
Cause I didn't stay
Got it out the gravel
Why they flinging rocks
On my name
Hate the fact that
I'm blowing up
Hold up I
Dropped the grenade
Say I'm famous without a deal
But got unpopular ways
Super spiritual
Spot the game through my
Third optical frame
Long live Marquis Ezzell
Seen how they
Found his remains
I was somewhere up
Down the street
When he got
Rocked by the train
Popping Vicodin
Skipping school
Holding my block down in pain
Chasing love
Well the thought of love
I realized it was fake
Dead rose in a box
She put a spell on me
Selling dro with no car
I'm catching sales on feet
Mighty Moe
The biggest opp
They wish the devil on a P
Fly as hell
Aligning chakra
How I settle all the beef
High school
Popping Xans
Terrence nodding off to sleep
He dyslexic what that is
This ain't no Tylenol MP
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
Marquis I wish you
Would've heard
When they was yelling stop
They ain't know
What was on your mind
When in that barbershop
You was the one
Who told me it's dark
And hell is hot
Surprised that I ain't
Lose my eyes
When all that water dropped
I ain't realize
What you was saying
I understand it now
You'll be an asshole
Or a boss I'm he
Who call the shots
I built my fanbase
On my OWN
I went to Oprah route
Ain't picture me being alone
I got that photo cropped
Ayy RoboCop-ass nigga
Talking slick online
Like I wasn't selling tree
Back when they did it
For the vine
Like I won't out there
Wrapping P's
Same time recording rhymes
This ain't a diss
But back then Wish
Had taught me how to slime
We had fell out
And just ain't get the chance
To reconcile
My heart goes out
To his children
Dear Lord bless his child
My partner beefing
Just don't know
That he a headless cow
Praise be to God as if
I'll ever let it settle down
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
King Moe - 3rd Eye Lyrics
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I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
Got some homies
Sneak dissing me
But watching my page
Got some hoes
That be missing me
Cause I didn't stay
Got it out the gravel
Why they flinging rocks
On my name
Hate the fact that
I'm blowing up
Hold up I
Dropped the grenade
Say I'm famous without a deal
But got unpopular ways
Super spiritual
Spot the game through my
Third optical frame
Long live Marquis Ezzell
Seen how they
Found his remains
I was somewhere up
Down the street
When he got
Rocked by the train
Popping Vicodin
Skipping school
Holding my block down in pain
Chasing love
Well the thought of love
I realized it was fake
Dead rose in a box
She put a spell on me
Selling dro with no car
I'm catching sales on feet
Mighty Moe
The biggest opp
They wish the devil on a P
Fly as hell
Aligning chakra
How I settle all the beef
High school
Popping Xans
Terrence nodding off to sleep
He dyslexic what that is
This ain't no Tylenol MP
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
Marquis I wish you
Would've heard
When they was yelling stop
They ain't know
What was on your mind
When in that barbershop
You was the one
Who told me it's dark
And hell is hot
Surprised that I ain't
Lose my eyes
When all that water dropped
I ain't realize
What you was saying
I understand it now
You'll be an asshole
Or a boss I'm he
Who call the shots
I built my fanbase
On my OWN
I went to Oprah route
Ain't picture me being alone
I got that photo cropped
Ayy RoboCop-ass nigga
Talking slick online
Like I wasn't selling tree
Back when they did it
For the vine
Like I won't out there
Wrapping P's
Same time recording rhymes
This ain't a diss
But back then Wish
Had taught me how to slime
We had fell out
And just ain't get the chance
To reconcile
My heart goes out
To his children
Dear Lord bless his child
My partner beefing
Just don't know
That he a headless cow
Praise be to God as if
I'll ever let it settle down
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
Oh I I I
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
Got some homies
Sneak dissing me
But watching my page
Got some hoes
That be missing me
Cause I didn't stay
Got it out the gravel
Why they flinging rocks
On my name
Hate the fact that
I'm blowing up
Hold up I
Dropped the grenade
Say I'm famous without a deal
But got unpopular ways
Super spiritual
Spot the game through my
Third optical frame
Long live Marquis Ezzell
Seen how they
Found his remains
I was somewhere up
Down the street
When he got
Rocked by the train
Popping Vicodin
Skipping school
Holding my block down in pain
Chasing love
Well the thought of love
I realized it was fake
Dead rose in a box
She put a spell on me
Selling dro with no car
I'm catching sales on feet
Mighty Moe
The biggest opp
They wish the devil on a P
Fly as hell
Aligning chakra
How I settle all the beef
High school
Popping Xans
Terrence nodding off to sleep
He dyslexic what that is
This ain't no Tylenol MP
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
Marquis I wish you
Would've heard
When they was yelling stop
They ain't know
What was on your mind
When in that barbershop
You was the one
Who told me it's dark
And hell is hot
Surprised that I ain't
Lose my eyes
When all that water dropped
I ain't realize
What you was saying
I understand it now
You'll be an asshole
Or a boss I'm he
Who call the shots
I built my fanbase
On my OWN
I went to Oprah route
Ain't picture me being alone
I got that photo cropped
Ayy RoboCop-ass nigga
Talking slick online
Like I wasn't selling tree
Back when they did it
For the vine
Like I won't out there
Wrapping P's
Same time recording rhymes
This ain't a diss
But back then Wish
Had taught me how to slime
We had fell out
And just ain't get the chance
To reconcile
My heart goes out
To his children
Dear Lord bless his child
My partner beefing
Just don't know
That he a headless cow
Praise be to God as if
I'll ever let it settle down
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
I I I came from the bottom
Oh I I I
Writer: Terrence Faison
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