On Top (feat. Jelly Roll & Rittz)
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top
Still the most wanted, put my face on the poster
Streets cold so I came with the toaster
Came in the game, put that thang in the choker
I'm from Gotham like my name was the Joker
Whole lotta scars, I smile about it
Forgive me if my nose got some powder on it
I give it to these motherfuckers how they want it
I never ran from the ghosts when the house was haunted
Grew up in the swamp land, it was God's plan that I'll pop man
And I ended up on top man, now I'm smashin', I trip acid
And Imagine Dragons like some kind of a rock band
Told y'all, I'm playin' to win
I said it from the jump, I won't say it again
I'm just gettin' started, I'm breakin' it in
I told Merkules, he's like my Canadian twin
People wanna see if I'ma fuck up again
And wind up back there, stuck in the pen
Splittin' honeybuns with a couple of my friends
Now it's wagyu with the butterfly shrimp
Talk about me like an old wives' tale
Speakin' of wives', put the money in white bales
And my bitch ass is as fat as a white whale
Real thoroughbred, I swear she a Clydesdale
Old school melodies stuck in my head
Hear a lot of critics, I'm like, "Fuck what they said"
Mad 'cause they bitch ended up in my bed
She cook me eggs and she butter my bread
Never felt so good to feel so lost
Never felt so good to feel so boss
Hop on in 'til the wheels fall off
Have you ever seen leather that feels so soft?
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Tryin' to forget about the pain I was feelin'
Coulda been a hero, I remained as a villain
They in last place, so they hate that I'm winnin'
Bang-bang-bang-bang, blood stains on the ceilin'
I don't need y'all help, you just left me out to rot
I'ma different kind of artist, you can't put me in a box
Phone ringin', hit ignore, they just lookin' for they shot
Motherfuckers always wonder what I'm cookin' in the pot
I don't give a fuck about your top ten favorite list
If you're Canadian, it's probably got my name in it
"No, I don't do features, okay? That's it
'Cause nowadays, you couldn't pay me to baby sit"
And I find it kind of hard to have a positive outlook
All these new-school rappers do not even sound good
I just wanna know who's really out there coppin' they albums
'Cause all they doin' is influencin' the garbage that's out now
I don't get it, maybe I'm my own worst critic
Or maybe I'm just sayin' it while everybody think it
If I say it on a record, then I went out there and did it
If that whole scene died, I don't think I'd really miss it
I'm the bad guy now 'cause I'm brutally honest
Put me and you on the same stage, and you'd get demolished
And you don't want these problems, hakuna matata
My crew full of shottas, they rob you if your shoes are designer
I'm the truth and anomaly, I rap, and you get inspired
So you deny it, but we all know the truth and you lyin'
So who wanna try me? I'm ready for the smoke that you mentioned
I'm gettin' threats all day, but I don't even stress it
'Cause I'm my own man, all these dudes are so co-dependent
They couldn't tie they own shoes, I hope you know you're pathetic
I'm on a whole different wave length, I just wanna say, "Thanks"
I just killed these rappers all at once, so let's say grace
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
You motherfuckers goin' raw like caviar and tuna tartare
My crew be laughin' at your shitty music, "Har-har"
All you do is pause when you spit and say, "Yeah"
My advice to you is not to quit your day job
Even in designer sneakers, you be lookin' K-Mart
I'm lookin' down like, "Whoa, what're those, Dr. Scholl's brand?"
Stolen identity, you couldn't fit the program
You was just a dope man, now you got a Skoal can?
Old school pro Vans, now homie, hang ten
Dressin' like a skater, hate a bandwagon rider
Happy you a fan, but I can't stand beside ya
You dap me, then I ran for some hand sanitizer
You slime ball, douchebag, copyin' the Migos, what's next?
Let me guess, you depressed like XXX was, ex-drug addict
Only habit that you have is lyin' pussy, took a percocet and did a little meth once
Now your life is messed up, lies homie, 'fess up
Hard for you to write because your life ain't interestin'
Ain't no longevity ensurin' time is of the essence
Now you floatin' in the mainstream, you need the swimmin' lessons
Sinkin' deeper, you'll get eaten, I'm a great white shark
Reppin' for my county 'til I'm dead, and they embalm me
Throw the north-side, high in the A-I-R
Who in the fuck are you with the nuts to say my name, white boy?
That was stupid, somebody should've warned you not to play with Rittz
They say I'm underground, I made it up the basement steps
My inner circle got a deadly reputation
They been eatin' off my plate
So when they shit they cash a favor in
Street connection like a cable man
But my patience been, paper-thin
Thinkin' that they would take a hint
Make 'em miss for dissin' me
Pray and say amen
CNT is like the army better yet the navy, bitch, Rittz
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (let's go)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top
Still the most wanted, put my face on the poster
Streets cold so I came with the toaster
Came in the game, put that thang in the choker
I'm from Gotham like my name was the Joker
Whole lotta scars, I smile about it
Forgive me if my nose got some powder on it
I give it to these motherfuckers how they want it
I never ran from the ghosts when the house was haunted
Grew up in the swamp land, it was God's plan that I'll pop man
And I ended up on top man, now I'm smashin', I trip acid
And Imagine Dragons like some kind of a rock band
Told y'all, I'm playin' to win
I said it from the jump, I won't say it again
I'm just gettin' started, I'm breakin' it in
I told Merkules, he's like my Canadian twin
People wanna see if I'ma fuck up again
And wind up back there, stuck in the pen
Splittin' honeybuns with a couple of my friends
Now it's wagyu with the butterfly shrimp
Talk about me like an old wives' tale
Speakin' of wives', put the money in white bales
And my bitch ass is as fat as a white whale
Real thoroughbred, I swear she a Clydesdale
Old school melodies stuck in my head
Hear a lot of critics, I'm like, "Fuck what they said"
Mad 'cause they bitch ended up in my bed
She cook me eggs and she butter my bread
Never felt so good to feel so lost
Never felt so good to feel so boss
Hop on in 'til the wheels fall off
Have you ever seen leather that feels so soft?
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Tryin' to forget about the pain I was feelin'
Coulda been a hero, I remained as a villain
They in last place, so they hate that I'm winnin'
Bang-bang-bang-bang, blood stains on the ceilin'
I don't need y'all help, you just left me out to rot
I'ma different kind of artist, you can't put me in a box
Phone ringin', hit ignore, they just lookin' for they shot
Motherfuckers always wonder what I'm cookin' in the pot
I don't give a fuck about your top ten favorite list
If you're Canadian, it's probably got my name in it
"No, I don't do features, okay? That's it
'Cause nowadays, you couldn't pay me to baby sit"
And I find it kind of hard to have a positive outlook
All these new-school rappers do not even sound good
I just wanna know who's really out there coppin' they albums
'Cause all they doin' is influencin' the garbage that's out now
I don't get it, maybe I'm my own worst critic
Or maybe I'm just sayin' it while everybody think it
If I say it on a record, then I went out there and did it
If that whole scene died, I don't think I'd really miss it
I'm the bad guy now 'cause I'm brutally honest
Put me and you on the same stage, and you'd get demolished
And you don't want these problems, hakuna matata
My crew full of shottas, they rob you if your shoes are designer
I'm the truth and anomaly, I rap, and you get inspired
So you deny it, but we all know the truth and you lyin'
So who wanna try me? I'm ready for the smoke that you mentioned
I'm gettin' threats all day, but I don't even stress it
'Cause I'm my own man, all these dudes are so co-dependent
They couldn't tie they own shoes, I hope you know you're pathetic
I'm on a whole different wave length, I just wanna say, "Thanks"
I just killed these rappers all at once, so let's say grace
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
You motherfuckers goin' raw like caviar and tuna tartare
My crew be laughin' at your shitty music, "Har-har"
All you do is pause when you spit and say, "Yeah"
My advice to you is not to quit your day job
Even in designer sneakers, you be lookin' K-Mart
I'm lookin' down like, "Whoa, what're those, Dr. Scholl's brand?"
Stolen identity, you couldn't fit the program
You was just a dope man, now you got a Skoal can?
Old school pro Vans, now homie, hang ten
Dressin' like a skater, hate a bandwagon rider
Happy you a fan, but I can't stand beside ya
You dap me, then I ran for some hand sanitizer
You slime ball, douchebag, copyin' the Migos, what's next?
Let me guess, you depressed like XXX was, ex-drug addict
Only habit that you have is lyin' pussy, took a percocet and did a little meth once
Now your life is messed up, lies homie, 'fess up
Hard for you to write because your life ain't interestin'
Ain't no longevity ensurin' time is of the essence
Now you floatin' in the mainstream, you need the swimmin' lessons
Sinkin' deeper, you'll get eaten, I'm a great white shark
Reppin' for my county 'til I'm dead, and they embalm me
Throw the north-side, high in the A-I-R
Who in the fuck are you with the nuts to say my name, white boy?
That was stupid, somebody should've warned you not to play with Rittz
They say I'm underground, I made it up the basement steps
My inner circle got a deadly reputation
They been eatin' off my plate
So when they shit they cash a favor in
Street connection like a cable man
But my patience been, paper-thin
Thinkin' that they would take a hint
Make 'em miss for dissin' me
Pray and say amen
CNT is like the army better yet the navy, bitch, Rittz
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been tryin' to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard, one day you'll get it"
Now we on top (on top), on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (on top)
Yeah, we on top (let's go)
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Nuamah, Jonathan Mccollum, Cole Stevenson, Jason Deford
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