Top Boy (feat. P Money)

I'm the ace of spades... no chains, Houdini
You can't get these shades, Cena couldn't see me
Bang your doors if you hear me
Lock down, I'm [?]
Tell a man are doing big birds out
here, no little house on the prairie
It's all, its not the Waltons, fresh kicks - never bought 'em
[?] top down in the Autumn
Fuck a dress code, now you're fucking with the best though
And you better let the rest know I've been on
this free throw ting from the get go - lets go!
(They say I take all the food, that's why I'm at the top boy
Climbing that mountain too, call me when you get to the top boy
Show & prove, every body's gassed off of Top Boy
And they will climb over you just so they can get to the top boy)×2
Oh my word... ba da bup bup
Get some food gotta get some more
Gotta reload at half past 4
Come check me cause I'm on top floor
What d'ya want, what, half a box or a 9?
Make sure the mandems here on time
Man don't deal with no consign
Trapper of the year man are just like Nines
Got bare cats cutting out on the line
Got bare tugs I'm on the front line
If man don't come back with mine,
Man'll go ham yeah man'll go blind
Don't wanna push man over the edge,
Na you don't wanna push man over the line
You get a box in the face with the mac 10
Wasteman better not waste time
*ooooor ooor*
(They say I take all the food, that's why I'm at the top boy
Climbing that mountain too, call me when you get to the top boy
Show & prove, every body's gassed off of Top Boy
And they will climb over you just so they can get to the top boy)×2
Feeling right when I'm wrong
Still im righting my wrongs
Putting right in my songs
It aint nice where I'm from
Everybody looking for a sign off a God
N*ggas wanna be the man but they don't wanna pay the price of a boss
When you're dead, no rewinding your clocks
N*ggas acting like I've got no food in the kitchen, no rice in the pot
It's back to the curb where you grind for the gwop
Think you're a top boy
Leave you shot boy
Leave you robbed boy
When's the last time you whipped something in the pot boy
Thought you was gang but you're moving like an opp boy
If you take a pic then your face get crop boy
Run another tech, money have to make
Touch my brothers then something have to dead
Fucking with the set, hundred to the death
Done it for respect, love me in the ends
(They say I take all the food, that's why I'm at the top boy
Climbing that mountain too, call me when you get to the top boy
Show & prove, every body's gassed off of Top Boy
And they will climb over you just so they can get to the top boy)×2
Uh, so you wanna be a top boy?
Well first off, gotta run your own block boy
It's sad to see that anyone can get got boy
Your side ting just sighted the opps boy
Birds eye view you can see the convoy
Ain't got a job but still [?] boy
Cars pull up and hand brakes stop boy
Pointing a *sshh* like which one, what boy?
Look around you its on top boy
There ain't no rules at the top boy
Deliveries around the clock boy
Now they really taking your watch boy
Girls want you now you're a hot boy
And the feds want you too - you're hot boy
Ushering money got you nickname Biebs [?] you make in the pot boy
(They say I take all the food, that's why I'm at the top boy
Climbing that mountain too, call me when you get to the top boy
Show & prove, every body's gassed off of Top Boy
And they will climb over you just so they can get to the top boy)×2



Credits
Writer(s): Omari Mosi Woolley, Darren Dixon, James Aiyeola, Paris Moore-williams, Ashley Anthony Walters
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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