The bottom b**h

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Juveniletic hip hop song can reggae when versus are now

The bottom b**h

Same hustle different day

But we are blessed to be alive yeah

Yeah i deal with f**k give up f**k

In this game of life

On the juvenile let's ride my life

Let me tell you the story about deep the dundada

We about

Was it decoded but he really preferred rider

But he couldn't afford that so he really didn't bother

Coping tree was a traitor

What she learned from him father

That wasn't working for him

So he been got in some product

Got his people with him too taught him how to rock

Wasn't but a minute for them boy told to block up

Started feeling comfortable and swanged

It up and locked up

Counted a couple of minutes

It wasn't long before he popped up

Then he played another role he should've got an oscar

He quit his dreadlocks and started acting like a rasta

Dreads didn't like him said that he was an imposter

Little did they know he was connected with the master

So he had to change

His whole appearance in his postures

He worried about the feds

They didn't watch him like they watch us

They thinking to himself sitting on the dock's hush

This is ruby long side juvenile

Hip hop soccer reggae well versus time now

Same hustle different day

But we are blessed to be alive yeah

In this game of life only the strongest will survive

Now more fire more fire

Marfia marfia

Following on the boy new

This female name denise used to hustle by keys

Got her insurance money one day

But twenty five g's with berserka

Bought a car and gave some n**a the keys

And he be tripping

Swing out at every b**h in the league i

Used to see him could tell

That she was itching to leave

He used to choke and beat her

Till she was missing the teeth

When he got hooked on that cricket

And she was minus to sleep

Cause he was in and out the door

All nightflight in the street

But then the boy got killed there was a only relief

He didn't leave her by herself

He left her home with a tree

She was a lady in the house but was a hoe in the street

She was an out there for a want

She only hood for her knees

She accumulated enough to get a college degree

The niece in the backyard buy the flowers and trees

We can make it

This is repeat on sight to the ninety