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You can't compete, I'm just keepin it real
Slangin my iron, I'm bussin the steel
Turn your dome to bananas, I'm making it peel
Making it peel, I'm

a lap dance on the preacher now I'm taking from the churches
Fendi Gucci Louie Prada, all the top designers
This nigga throwing 100's and I think he from

others doubting that I got what it takes to see T-O-P
Man, that's on me no one else
To rise to the occasion like early morning sunrise and momma scraping

(brrt)
The Mille with the chill bezel (ah)
All my foreigns red, it make me feel special
Banana peel AK, I'm lookin' real extra 
With the top keys,

it got you feeling right
I’m feeling at the top right now
I can’t dum it down
I can never lose my sound
Please just give me my crown
I can never take

is a loss
Chris Kamen with the shots, buzzer beaters on the clock

Time to terrify an opp, here's a wake up call, I wake and ball
Banana peel at her

Nobody go realer than me I’m on that planet of the apes
It’ll get bloody over here point the silver back in his face
This monkey going bananas when

top
Them hollow tips, ate his skin, he did a froggy hop
Cut my nigga off, turned to a junkie from a crack dealer
My youngin's really 15 and they

bro I'm a sex worker
I'm top tier
Lyrical biblical preacher
I go to hell for oxygen I breath fire
Been a minute since I put on a Rollie
But I still got

brother
(Hoh!)
Grammar nicer than ya pop's mother (grandma!) (Hoh!)
Lack of patience get your doc cut up (Hoh!)
All that cappin' get your top covered

on my plate
I want some dinner I'm a winner
They talking shit then imma spin up
Go bananas like gorilla
Come up under my umbrella
You gone feel like

my hand on bible
Kick in da side door
Hittin the top wit no rivals
Squad wit me on the ride tho
Type of shit uh make your eyes close 
Rollie tickin but

on bible
Kick in da side door
Hittin the top wit no rivals
Squad wit me on the ride tho
Type of shit uh make your eyes close 
Rollie tickin but mine

niggas who wanted my top off
Dm me to get they rocks off
Funny, now tell me who queer
Shawty thought I wasn't gonna eat it
Bitch don't you see that I'm

you bitches were flexing
Going bananas on beats
It's that African in me
Damn, I told you bitches, I'll be
The motherfucking greatest Muhammad Ali

walk in, she wanna top me up
Heard they was plottin', stay with the shotta, stay with the chopper, bruh
Roll with the Rastas, turn into pasta, niggas

but she ain't my bitch
Straight to the top that line I skip
If you ain't know yeah this my shit
I'm on fire this shit too lit
Niggas talk like me they

großen
(Tight) für paar Toys und paar Nachahmer
Deine dopen Lines nennt man bei
Meinen Freunden Maß Charra (=Scheiße)
Ich mach das anders, Top 10 war schon

loving thy neighbor
I send you to God, boy, you meeting ya maker
Got legs on the choppa I'm running my city
I paint ya top red, boy, you looking like

On top the world, feeling the atmospheric pressure
Of expectation, worst of all, I'm the one expecting
The most of myself, gotta be selfish to be selfless

I come around, whisper

Unh

And I'mma savor every little drip 

Underground kisser



You're squeezing on top of this penis, this cock

This

Straight to the top that's the place that I'm headed
He said I'm complacent I know he won't bet it
Sleeping on me yea I know you'll regret that
Speaking

at the bottom, not the head, I'm at the tip-top
Nigga, I don't go green light, you gon' get stopped
Long live my brother, fuck it, brother, rest in peace
I have

need to be
I let the heater speak
Banana clip will split your
Pineapple that's Tahitian treat
Grime 24 hours I ain't sleep in weeks
Meet the beast,