Lyrics:
a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet
Came a long way from Maydays to Paydays and I ain't finna stop here my niggas out here
Used to stressed by the drama and hoes but not no more not no
our numbers
Avoid these traps to steal your soul they stole our style from us
Ooh
Mama told me watch your back these boys is wild hunters
Ooh
Separate
need to give it back again
That's the only thing that I don't do
On top of the hill
Where my shadow grow
On top of the hill
Where I walk alone
On top
Going to the top
Top top top
I'm never gonna stop (Yea)
I'm going to the top (Yea)
Never gonna hold me back
No no cap
On my way to the top (Yea)
I'm
runnin' with some
Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars
Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence
He came back like a survivor, yeah
He
y'all bitches I'd be
Straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches
these niggas wonder
Told y'all bitches I'd be straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/right back for
show you a miracle, marvelous, rare
Gentlemen, you are about to see something
That rose from the dead
On the top of my head
Scarcely a month ago,
TOP G neříká že je gangster
TOP G drží hubu jak pán
TOP G není na IG star
Ale ne proto že by měl na něj ban
Do huby si strčím Xan
Potom fucked up
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
I'd like to start by saying sorry
(Ma binu what did I do)
Pulled up on lenox for my Ari
(O ti to, she had to go)
We had a vibe and it was boomin
A drink with jam and bread
That will bring us back to doo
Do re mi fa so la ti
do do ti la so fa mi re
Do mi mi
Mi so so
Re fa fa
La ti ti
Do
Your royal table
When karma finally puts you in your place
On top of the world
You meet strange people
People choose to turn their back on you
Just
hoes
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking Phantom Ghost
This song
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
the camera's following
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Y'all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I'm
show you a miracle, marvelous, rare
Gentlemen, you are about to see something
That rose from the dead
On the top of my head
Scarcely a month ago,
ancora in basso sognando il top
Giro in quel parco
Pensando in grande
Sopra un canestro in sta city
Di fiamme
Farò quello che sarà fra' da fare
Ma ti
A drink with jam and bread
That will bring us back to doo
Do re mi fa so la ti
do do ti la so fa mi re
Do mi mi
Mi so so
Re fa fa
La ti ti
Do
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
thing, yeah
Hey, don't you know I'm drippin', yeah
So hot, I'ma kick it, yeah
No such thing as better days
Step right up don't look back, back, back
Focus on the future and I forget the past
Sometimes I look back and I sit down and cry, I say, why?
Why all those things be like that?
But I thank
What? Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that uh and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout
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