Lyrics:
That's okay
I just called an audible, I'm switchin how I play
Ain't sponsored by GNC whenever I say I get my way
I wish you came to the top with me
like snakes
Remain solid wont change
Keep a nina sittin on my waist
I can’t go out sad no way
Wake up and go get it erryday
Going up up and away
Aye aye
like mine if you sittin on yo ass then lil hoe pipe down I just go go go go go go get it go go go go go go get it you say that you wit it? Nah you ain't
As of lately, my demons, they bother me
When I'm sleepin', they sittin' on top of me
And wherever I go, they'll follow me
I fell into the pit and it's bottomless
Looked in the mirror and said I felt like Zeus
I know my alphabets like I'm mac dre
A B C P where my money
I am a G what must I say
P I M P is my forte
Got
rhymes
Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with
The MAC-10 by the seats for the jackers
The jealous-ass crackers in the blue suit's
it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin down one thing that
to the Bahamas
Tell me would you fly back
Pay me big money, I tell you I might rap
I give 'em an impact, oh
And I be sittin’ at the top
Chillin with a cup of tea
years later
Sittin' in them Range Rover tints
My life is crazy, ice is hazy
Overnight flight, how to expedite your lady
For the right price, I could get
with me
I got an old car we drove to the edge of town
We stopped by old man Millers' farm
Just to watch the world spin around
And she moves
facts
I be runnin' circles around you niggas like I'm runnin' track
All my dogs deep, even ones sittin' in the back
Racin' to the top like I'm speedin'
Overwhelmed overworked overpaid
I'm on top of the world
Sittin' pretty on a stack
But the stack still cracks in my veins
I'm on top of the world
jail?
When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
Countin' some mill
Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
I'm tryin' to have fast
good, oh
All I need is love
To the Lord above
I'm sittin' here, reminiscin', think I just got a light bulb
Somethin' I'd like to mention, this is
pop [pop pop]
[long pause]
GNice hustling is non-stop
Makin' lettuce
Top Chef, Italian Caesar chop-chop [chop-chop] (pause)
Got owned by the King
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
shoot by myself, like a technical foul
City to city, got girls goin' wild
Better not reach for my chain when I jump in the crowd
Lambo' so low, gotta
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
I spent six months with the salt in the air, beer in my cup, ass in a chair
Top down, shades on goin' down route one
Mama said have a blast, but not
gonna switch
So for the love that I receive, with me they going to the top
Guap talkin with my doggies
Getting everything we plotting on
Show the world it
realness
(yeah, okay, yeah)
Said I suffer from something called trillness
(yeah, yeah, yeah) middle finger
Fuck the world and get millions (Ayy)
I'm
I wake up
I recognize you're lookin' at me
For the pay cut
But homicide be lookin' at you
From the face down
What Mac-11 even boom with the bass down
Sittin on the top of the world with about 36
Million in my pocket and rockin it from the mountain top
Livin it at ease, cool breeze, because I'm countin
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