Top Dog
I got that blank pad in front of me
Roach in my car, should I hit it?
I don't know man, the shit is tempting
But how am I gonna feel in the morning?
Like I need an intervention
God, I gotta make this shit pop off
Gotta keep working, gotta be top dog
Gotta be non stop, gotta be rock hard
Gotta be God, God I gotta be locked on
Allowin' no forgiveness for excuses
Tryna take advantage of my youth,
My body, I'll abuse this
Pump it up with cortisol, no sleep until I'm useless
Then I ask myself, "Why the fuck would anybody choose this?"
The path of fame, the path of pain
I guess it's cause I've always held the wrath of shame
I had the rain falling, and the clouds are foggy to this day
So I guess I hope distraction will add color to the gray
And I always wanna be top dog
But they don't understand what I have to say
Disturbing the process
To get some money, yeah you heard that I got this
Distraction comes when I'm flirting with profits
Instead of focusing on merging my conscious
With the music that I have flowing through my veins
And spread the love and the word to the one's insane
And keep on working on my path, know they'll hear my name
But I gotta get this money, gotta get this money
Tired of these roach infested hotels
Meth-Heads arguing outside my door
I'm tempted get up, go yell, but
Admittedly, I don't know the consequences
Intimidated by possibilities, I feel defenseless
Put up Fences
I gotta get the fuck up out here
Obviously a state of mind, regardless, there's a drought here, so
If i gotta put the mission on hold to get my money right,
It's all good, they gon' know what we about, yeah
And I always wanna be top dog
But they don't understand what I have to say
Now my tolerance is higher
Everything is taking more effort than I desire
Gotta work hard cause the situation is dire
Polarizing, I ain't holding back, ain't preaching to the chior
That's why some of them admire
I can see that they aspire to be like Forte
But others wanna see retire
Individuality ain't something they relate to
Cause they too busy giving fucks, extinguishing their fire
Nah, So don't let me get hyper-critical
The shit I do and say is intended to give a different view
Is it to much to ask to put aside political
Bias and try this, the magic that goes into sifting through
The filters we got covering our eyes
All perception is skewed, can we uncover all the lies?
Or fall victim to the mind, and let ego dominize
It's the rise of the tyrants and the banishment of the wise
And I always wanna be top dog
But they don't understand what I have to say
Roach in my car, should I hit it?
I don't know man, the shit is tempting
But how am I gonna feel in the morning?
Like I need an intervention
God, I gotta make this shit pop off
Gotta keep working, gotta be top dog
Gotta be non stop, gotta be rock hard
Gotta be God, God I gotta be locked on
Allowin' no forgiveness for excuses
Tryna take advantage of my youth,
My body, I'll abuse this
Pump it up with cortisol, no sleep until I'm useless
Then I ask myself, "Why the fuck would anybody choose this?"
The path of fame, the path of pain
I guess it's cause I've always held the wrath of shame
I had the rain falling, and the clouds are foggy to this day
So I guess I hope distraction will add color to the gray
And I always wanna be top dog
But they don't understand what I have to say
Disturbing the process
To get some money, yeah you heard that I got this
Distraction comes when I'm flirting with profits
Instead of focusing on merging my conscious
With the music that I have flowing through my veins
And spread the love and the word to the one's insane
And keep on working on my path, know they'll hear my name
But I gotta get this money, gotta get this money
Tired of these roach infested hotels
Meth-Heads arguing outside my door
I'm tempted get up, go yell, but
Admittedly, I don't know the consequences
Intimidated by possibilities, I feel defenseless
Put up Fences
I gotta get the fuck up out here
Obviously a state of mind, regardless, there's a drought here, so
If i gotta put the mission on hold to get my money right,
It's all good, they gon' know what we about, yeah
And I always wanna be top dog
But they don't understand what I have to say
Now my tolerance is higher
Everything is taking more effort than I desire
Gotta work hard cause the situation is dire
Polarizing, I ain't holding back, ain't preaching to the chior
That's why some of them admire
I can see that they aspire to be like Forte
But others wanna see retire
Individuality ain't something they relate to
Cause they too busy giving fucks, extinguishing their fire
Nah, So don't let me get hyper-critical
The shit I do and say is intended to give a different view
Is it to much to ask to put aside political
Bias and try this, the magic that goes into sifting through
The filters we got covering our eyes
All perception is skewed, can we uncover all the lies?
Or fall victim to the mind, and let ego dominize
It's the rise of the tyrants and the banishment of the wise
And I always wanna be top dog
But they don't understand what I have to say
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Writer(s): Joshua Quintanilla
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