Rock Bottom - SIMBA, Entendre

I gotta lot of flows, I gotta lot of dope

Cause where I’m from, you get jumped like Geronimo

We rock designer clothes, well fuck the honor roll

You cannot hop in the Coope, if you not a bro

Shootin like James, let that rocket go

I’m in the Phantom, you know that my pockets gold

Rap shit my life, and this shit a pot of gold

It be official, tell them niggas aidios

Niggas is mad I’m ahead of my time, sick like the floo, leave m dead with the

rhyme

Never call him, cause the feds on his line, picked up the pensal instead of the

They hot as bodies that you never goin find, they dropped the case,

better than mine

Never progressin, you know that I heard that stuff

I just assume that they don’t work and stuff

Lying about pies, I doubt that their purp be tough

Rappers is murderers, how you be trappin, but lackin the cirtinty

I’m about coins, and I’m chasin the currensy

Snap out of it, never a problem with it

Like my producer, dog, I stay Anonymous

Still signed to Country Boy, that kid kill a lotta shit

It was a drout, and he could never find his hit

Lil nigga, I got big amounts

I’m just tryna see bigger counts

Got the water flowin, like a river rout

Niggas sneak dissin, be spesific now

Curry, the way I dish it out

Got my grandma askin, what’s this bout

Ain’t fuckin with me, then you missin out

Thought I couldn’t do it, now they listen to it

The feds wanna call me a shot back

You want me with Faruko, cause I bought you a pistol

Stop hating, you ain’t even boss yet

Dollar signs is what I must get

I got old money, like a Muskit