To the Top

To the top, to the ceiling
These n***** mad, cause we winning
I got a feeling, they don't want me living
I got a feeling, they don't want me living
To the top, to the ceiling
These n***** mad, cause we winning
I got a feeling, they don't want me living
I got a feeling, they don't want me living, yea

MSG, n**** it's my time to shine
N***** be crossing the line
Shoot them with a .45
Your shorty hitting my line
But n**** I don't got time
Diamonds be making you blind
Talking that shit, about to die
Look, I swear these people don't want me
I swear these bitches don't love me
Now since I'm getting the money
They want to be all up on me, yea
N***** be fucking your shorty, yea
Then they claiming they're your homie
N**** making you look funny
That's why I be riding doley, yea

To the top, going to the top
Going to the top
Going to the top
Oh - oh

To the top, to the ceiling
These n***** mad, cause we winning
I got a feeling, they don't want me living
I got a feeling, they don't want me living, yea
To the top, to the ceiling
These n***** mad, cause we winning
I got a feeling, they don't want me living
I got a feeling, they don't want me living, yea

(To the top)
(To the ceiling)
(These n***** mad)
(Cause we winning)

To the top, to the ceiling
These n***** mad, cause we winning
I got a feeling, they don't want me living
I got a feeling, they don't want me living



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Dupie
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