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(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
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Uh, ayy, what the business is?
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Ayy, what the business is?
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Got a two-hundred box of purple, another hundred comin'
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Got a hundred box of green going to the country
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Told Fat, "Come get the trap, and you don't owe me nothin'"
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Don't let these niggas kill you 'bout this dirty money
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Don't let these niggas kill you 'bout no f*ckin' change
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These people, they do anything for the fame
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These people, they put anything on my name
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But it's okay, yeah, it's okay
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"Bottom Boy Survivor" is a recurring theme for Rod Wave. "The Bottom" refers to the poorest, most dangerous neighborhoods, specifically his upbringing in St. Petersburg, Florida. Surviving the Bottom means beating the statistical odds of death or incarceration in his environment.
'Cause I am a motherf*ckin' bottom boy survivor
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And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they ride to
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And I am the chosen one, the only one they bankin' on
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And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they waiting on
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Go on and lift your glass, won't you
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Uh, uh, uh, they waiting on
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Go on and lift your glass, won't you
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They waiting on, they waiting on, they waiting on
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Damn, Flip, dawg, I miss you, nigga, time flies
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I gotta keep myself busy to keep it off my mind
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I got a temper like my daddy, you can say it's true
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But you know that I got that Godfather shit from you
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Run the streets like the mafia, go home and eat tilapia
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Or baked chicken with the cream sauce
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This ten milly cut your dreams short, uh
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Ridin' with my youngin, he got somethin' that'll lift your stomach
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If I sing it or I sung it, best believe, I done it
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If your trap ain't jumpin', you should let us run it
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A old nigga'll get tied up if he get in the way
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I was born a belt boy, the mafia run the game
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And I am a motherf*ckin' bottom boy survivor
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And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they ride to
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And I am the chosen one, the only one they bankin' on
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And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they waiting on
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Go on and lift your glass, won't you
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Uh, uh, uh, they waiting on
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Uh, uh, uh, they waiting on
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Go on and lift your glass, won't you
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Uh, uh, uh, come on (look)
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Tryna follow me home, I'm in the rearview
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Feds had followed me 'round
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Deep cover shit, nigga, f*ck that other shit, nigga
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Made a hundred this year and you can call my bluff
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Crazy as it sounds, I'll break it down
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Made a fifty on the road, doing shows, selling clothes
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Made a five in the spot selling exotic bowls
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Made a dub middle-mannin' Kanye for the low
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Now add a dub to that number that I told you before
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They in the club throwing ones, but I can't get wit' it
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I'm in the office plannin', talking, I'm going for the billy
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Cuz screaming out belt, snatch the streets by they britches
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Get right or get left, these niggas know the business
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The audio comes from a famous street interview with a local resident of Ozone Park, Queens, who was defending the infamous Gambino crime family boss, John Gotti, following his highly publicized arrest.
When the reporter presses the local about Gotti's alleged crimes "What about the people he murdered?", the man plays completely ignorant, responding with a defensive, "What murder?"
Street loyalty to the Don is strong
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And they got him at any cost
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He was the best guy around
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What about the people he murdered?
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