[Intro: OT the Real]
OT
From the bottom—
And still, we grind—
(Statik Selektah)

[Verse 1: OT the Real]
I do this for my homies still servin' they state sentence
Who don't take questions (Nah) and leave without a name mentioned (Nothing)
My man got eighteen, we begged him to take seven (Please)
Got a job inside the chow hall and learned to make weapons (Make weapons)
My bro opened up 'bout his murder to other inmates (Word)
They all got deals on they cases and jumped on his case (They jumped on his case)
There I stood grim-faced, at the yard with my Timbs laced
See your big homie, twenty brodies keepin' him safe (They keepin' him safe)
I was smokin' tookie, wavin' my man over (My man)
My celly made a tat gun out of the fan motor (Out of the fan motor)
Real soldiers, in the dungeon, all we know survival (Survival)
If you know 'em when y'all ain't eatin' together, then y'all rivals (Facts)
I just got my check in from Tidal, this shit is vital (Let's go)
How the C arm bleedin', you'd think he was suicidal (Suicidal)
My crew'll slide through in real life (Real life)
Free all the real rights (Uh-huh)
Never forget what the bottom feels like

[Interlude: Merkules]
And still, we grind from the bottom
From the bottom, now we here
And still, we grind—
From the bottom— From the bottom—
And still, we grind from the bottom
From the bottom, now— From the bottom—
And still, we grind from the bottom (OT, Statik, what up?)
From the bottom, now we here
[Verse 2: Merkules]
I'm tormented, a sick fuck in the brain
With a shiv tucked in my waist, I've been disruptin' the game
Yeah, I'm war ready, I'm still fuckin' insane
All these pills run through my veins 'cause I feel nothing but pain
Uh, I'm so deadly, I've built up all this rage
Got a clip stuffed in the K if there's still somethin' to say
So just don't test me, go get fucked, I ain't came
Here to fist bump with you lames, you might get punched in the face
I'm a different kind of animal, there is no kind of antidote
Can't look over your shoulder after fracturing your clavicle
I'm Tony Montana, hear the, "Baka," when the hammer smoke
OT is my broski, so let's give 'em what they asking for
I don't think they want war with the kings
The torture we bring is shit to make the coroner cringe
I'm born for the ring
I'll body 'em and won't even blink
Avoiding the clink
So free up all my boys in the bing
It's big Merk

[Outro]
And still, we grind from the bottom
From the bottom, now we here
And still, we grind—
From the bottom— From the bottom—
And still, we grind from the bottom
From the bottom, now— From the bottom—
And still, we grind from the bottom
From the bottom, now we here