Treadmill

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, Dizzurt, yessir
Top floor, top floor widdit

Said too the haters, arrevederci
I'm tryna be barefeet
Carefree in pear tree
Negativity nowhere near me
I give a fuck if you feel me long as you fear me, you feel me?
Shooting for stars, y'all been shot for the median
They wanna know my secret ingredient, expediently
But I'm mister crabs when it comes to the bag
Ya have no idea what some bitches would do for a tag
I got baby mothers who is begging to be posted
Her hand on my tummy when we flicking up at the venue that she hosted, chill
Try kiss me in the club and shorty Ima have to pass
And I ain't need no co-sign, ain't heard of that since math class
But when I die just know that they gon' hang the flag at half mass
Never going half ass, stopped living in the past
See, said I don't do no reruns
Said they would give it three thumbs up if they could
My shit more lit than threesomes with Megan Fox and Megan Good
And yea they head nodding but I doubt they really understood
I said I doubt they really understood

I ain't doing no stopping, it's straight for the top
I said it's straight for the top, I said it's straight for the top right now
Top floor, top floor with it, yeah yeah
I'm headed straight for the top
And I ain't doing no stopping, ain't doing no stopping
Ain't doing no stopping, it's straight for the top

Lyrically gifted, spiritually lifted
Debating not hitting your line due to the fear that we drifted too far
I mean you probably got a new mans, new car
Who appreciates you for everything you are, a true star
But I know he don't have bars like Slap
He might have you in 'em fancy cars all over the map
But when this shit drop and they hear how that new Slap do slap
When you hit my jack it's gon' be hard to get thru to Slap
Gon' have to hit my secretary, have to hit my lawyer
Ya bouta see just how clairvoyant the boy is
So when they wanna link me, tell em it's in the bio
The wanna think like me, they can't, my mind too wild
They wanna dress like me, only if it's in style
They wanna live like me, fair warning this life is vile
And you just a child, I said you just a child
But still your idiosyncrasies in-synch with me
Pictures with your cheek on the sink blowing up my Insta feed
I Hit it First Take no Max no Stephen A
Every morning that I wake, I just try and seize the day
I ain't promised tomorrow, can't do nothing bout yesterday
Taking shorty back to the crib, making Devin Hester-ay
5-star dining, girl, put down that Little Caesar's trey
And a lil sum extra for desert, s'il vous plaît
I leave em with this last bit of advice
Chase your dreams homie being good don't suffice
And keep grinding like you trash even when they say that you nice
Just be prepared to recoil when you reach your hand in the cookie jar
Might be a good idea to hang on to my rookie card