F.e.l.i.x - Bottom (prod by ghostlordx)

Came from the bottom
I have a lotta shit but now I got them yeah
I’m honestly not octagon cant stop him
A lot of fake friends had to drop them
I’m speeding right by the cops why you try to clock him
Drip on the floor mop them
Trying to fit inside my frame but I’m about to crop them
Way way sale on a wave but you couldn’t dock him
Stop If you knocking my door lock in is the option
Pain is forgotten hustlers always plotting
Shits for the birds now they flocking but all my demons watching
You niggas’s cupcake fake without the fuckin topping
I’m on my way high up yea im helicoptin
Losing ain’t an option floss I like hella shopping
I need my piece of pie including hell the toppings
Beats making hits with no gloves be doing boxing
Od ot when I clock in aint even a option
Been away for a while I need to switch up
Work my core till I’m bored like it’s a sit up
Now these Niggas holding they breath like they got hiccups
Flow froze so cold might need to zip up
Came from the bottom
I have a lotta shit but now I got them yeah
I’m honestly not octagon cant stop him
A lot of fake friends had to drop them
I’m speeding right by the cops why you try to clock him
Drip on the floor mop them
Trying to fit inside my frame but I’m about to crop them
Way way sale on a wave but you couldn’t dock him
Stop If you knocking my door lock in is the option

Writers: Felix Jackson

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