(Hook)
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga, I came up
So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga, we came up
So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”
(Verse 1)
Little leather niggas get it, 
I come from the back door with 40 lil' live niggas with me
All on mollies, it's nothin', fresh niggas they up
Some in the mail room and the club lightin' blunts up
Walk through me, jewelry, clothes and silks only
Besides gallons of milk with big bills on me
True, the jewels is fluorescent
They used to light niggas who got all they shines out, stretch ‘em
Do you in the dark, whatever come out the light
Better be bread or weed or gold tonight
Get the scheme and shoot the shit up, with real niggas in here
They all mine as long as they know the night
Yeah that's the shit I don't like, 
Shorty gave me dome hype
Grab her face mask, don't bite
I'm in my mansion in the zone writin'
I'm known for throwin' lightnin'
I stand alone, yo, one titan! 
(Hook)
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga, I came up
So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga, we came up
So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”
(Verse 2)
Push the 7 in the rain, come through with seven chains
They call me Young Legend out in Maine
Known for tiltin' niggas wigs
Don't kill the kids for not knowing where real rap remains
Treacherous emcess, react like Jack Dempsey
Yeah, the Billboard whore, and I'm Pimp C
Fly as ever, one level, one rebel
Cool out in the Caymans with thugs, crews and gangs
Yeah I rap for the merrier, dance my ass off
Paper chasin', Captain America
Fly high, lavas'll drive by
Team of live wires, we catch you outside, we fry liars
Yeah, them blow kids live on the gold, kids
Never go broke, rather toke, just smoke nigs
Killers know to call me the GOAT
For murderous rap music that get inside your head is dope
(Hook)
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga, I came up
So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga, we came up
So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”