Let the Top Dine

I'mma add, one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'mma add, one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'm gonna let the top dine
And I'm gonna let the top dine

This shit ain't light, this shit heavy
We comin' dine (That's how we do it in the H doe)
These ain't lil' wheels, these are swangas (Pokin')
We run this town
And I roll on fours (I roll)
But maybe I roll on threes (I roll on threes)
I know you know (You know)
Nigga, just where your ho gon' be (That ho wit' me)
Ain't no more chrome
It was murder, that hoe is so clean
My cup is full of somethin' bubblin'
And we on the boulevard actin' ugly

I'mma add one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'mma add one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'm gonna let the top dine
And I'm gonna let the top dine
(We gon' let the top dine)

Uh, I swear to God I'm the realest nigga you ever seen
Me against the world, I promise I am the better team
I ain't ever gon' pass my throne, I'm the forever king
Thinkin' something different?
You must not know what forever mean

I'm Luther-like, that's why I call myself Vandross
Coronavirus or not, you best to keep your hands off
If I ever did fall off, you know I shook back
That's why I'm blessed,
Jesus be hangin' where the crooks at (Hallelujah)

I came in the game, and I ain't never looked back
Probably can't cook no food, but I can cook crack
This ain't a library, but this where the books at (Right here)
To read these is gon' cost you more than a couple bands
Nevermind, but they gotta go through a couple hands
They say I'm the man, I guess it ain't nothing other than
One Deep Entertainment, that ain't me, that's we
Why would I ever pay for the pussy? My G, that's free

I'mma add one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do (A nigga do, how we gon' act?)
I'mma add one-two (Yeah)
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'm gon' let the top dine (I'm gon' let the top dine)
And I'm gon' let the top dine

King of the ghetto, Z-Ro
Mo City Don, all that there, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Dominic Gwen goin' in in this motherfucker
And if you ain't feelin' that, you ain't touching it right bitch
Screwed Up Click for life
R.I.P. all the fallen soldiers of the game
Still ball hard, word to Curtis Stack nigga
Robert Earl Davis, John Hawkins, Patrick Hawkins
The city I run in