Lyrics:
her chin to the floor, she won't bounce back
Heavy on it
Now it really be over, can I get Chynna on the track
Trying to diss, trying to diss?
Asmodia
to play
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you
Get behind ya girl and she askin me to smack
She been buggin me tryna get up on a track
Bitch you know the name JQ and Im with Mac
Hit after hit I be
As long as I wake in the morning
Ima go get me some money
People sleep they yawing
Every track I'm running
Blessings come down on me
Like Sunday
up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I
than a cameo
Shawdy you just something I can't let go a star when you walk through
Everybody caught up on your side view
Every girl wanna be like you
Get
Came from the bottom But Im focused on the top
Yeah getting to the millions Then tuck it like a sock
Steady do laps like track Runnin up the charts
you're running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse niggas
Like somebody try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
from my head
Take the demons from my head
Take the demons from my head
Take the demons from my head
One by one. Shoot them up just for fun
from my head
Take the demons from my head
Take the demons from my head
Line them up
One by one shoot them up just for fun
At the taxpayer's expense
cut the bullshit, enough
Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
Let's take this shit back to basement
And we can
to get lit with the homies
I done came up the game
They ain't really much I ain't seen
I-I-I seen rappers faded
Houses raided
I seen souls traded
I don't
track-outs
Got files backed up because I
Do not back down hit her with the dickety
Dickery flickety flickery cock
With the splickity splash and she'll pass out
of my
Out of my sight
Out of my face, zoom out of your sight
Moonwalk, NASA be tracking my flight
Get too high, can't keep track of my mind
All of my
All
motherfucker, let's go
Here we go, let's get it all
All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite
Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte
You mad
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
The loot ima chase day by day
Living crucial man get it out the fast lane
What you expect out of fame
I need that through respect
They cant hang
Jungle lions
to the sound of the bells ring
Baby it's cash goin on like ching ching
Get up, get out, and get some
You see what i'm doin, bustin on tracks to keep you
don't you dare mess up my reign
That ain't fine by me
Fine by me, that ain't fine by me
Fine by me, that ain't fine by me
That ain't fine by me, that
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved
By
runner up this not a track meet
Puma to the floor look like a track team
Keep the fy when ya slide niggas petty
Judging by my mink coat niggas dead beef
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
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