Bottom of My Heart

"**Bottom of My Heart**" is a song by American rapper Lupe Fiasco. It was released from DJ MoonDawg's mixtape, *Before There Were Lasers*, in June 2010.

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

You know it's so hard

I never freeze, sleeves rolled back like Walmart

Had bigger steez, I put in work get better shirts with better sleeves

Hit roll back like reverse when I'm putting in work for cheddar cheese

Now I'm pushin' my worth

I'm a hustler covered in letter Gs and they looking to search for something they'll never see

I invented the set, a digital pet the way I be touching keys

Pushing work like I'm pushin' the worth of having a job

Like six an hour or ninety a key, a value of a nine to five is how you decide to thrive

Whether flipping powder or having to rob, like you was mixing flour or having it hard

Now it's ninety an hour when I'm trafficking, y'all, traveling dog

And even when I rap up in arms

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]

From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs

From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue

From a pimp's penthouse to the bottom of the slums

From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun

From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs

From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue

From a pimp's penthouse to the bottom of the slums

From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

You see I win y'all

Where I am, where I been y'all

Can't really relate like in-laws

Where money is money, money is menthol

But money don't mean nothin', money has been y'all

See I been where its been rats like Ben who be singing like Sammy Davis

You know, ratting like Sammy when they in the bullpen

I could never do that

Not even if I was Tommy Davidson

But I feel like Sosa, I be running base and swinging like Sammy with different {?]

Hurley with the same dime, I be cuttin' base

This a lot to pour in, this is for the slicker hustlers

The quicker picker-upers

I could never spill the beans, Uncle Same never seen a dime

You could never fill the jeans, the seams

I got Big Punishers in-seams

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]

From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs

From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue

From a pimp's penthouse to the bottom of the slums

From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun

From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs

From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue

From a pimp's penthouse to the bottom of the slums

From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

It's the remarkable, marketable marvel

The Afro-American martial over this track of marvels

You aught to call martial arts enthusiast

Uzi is tucked in clothing articles

You see us marching through, me and my partners, my marksman, my arsenal

Starting arson with a fuse used for starting barbecues

I squeeze at your grill, heave at the wheel

'Cause n\*\*\*as get gassed up and crash, it's bad

All of that adds up to ash

N\*\*\*as don't know the half of any other amount of math

It adds up to ask us to ask

What? I been knowin'

Fingernails and knuckles, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

If you don't know then you don't know what you talkin' 'bout

The hazards on, the caution's out, no walkin' out

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]

From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs

From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue

From a pimp's penthouse to the bottom of the slums

From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun

From the bottom of my heart and the top of my lugs

From the roof of my mouth to the bottom of my tongue

From a pimp's penthouse to the bottom of the slums

From the bottom of my clip to the top of my gun