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Bottom Line Follow Me

lose direction Your heart your passion By now we gotta find a better way Some how there?s gotta be a... Take my hand, and follow me... While you

down in a cold ass fashion Smear me sauce [? ] Comin' down in a cold ass fashion [? ? ? ] donut [? ] Uh, wait... Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16] [the following four lines

rhyme A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC I told him, "Be careful who you be." He said, "I'ma just be me." I said, "Yeah, I see. But you

raised by a certain column on my info I know the CIA got 'em, they want me to stay at the bottom But I rise to the top, why not? my glock, spies watch

'm the shit now, look at me, look at me I'm a ? like my nigger Rose, Shorty had me full of ? I told that bitch, no way Cause I made it from the bottom

to Come have a meetin' with The Council 'Bout the shit that's been goin' down Word is, same kid that killed Fat Pete, shot Reg in the head Bottom line

snuck 'em in subliminally with that wicked shit around them We mentioned more and more of this on every joker's card The bottom line always the same,

wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough All the G's to the V.I.P. Hoes follow along right after me It's - SNS in this bitch Matter fact, I be the best in this shit Put me

I was trying to make the changes But I couldn't see (Oh, why are we so blind) Couldn't see above the bottom line Searching for common ground Used to bring me