Top Notch
Ummmmm Move please, thank you
They want to do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
Do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
Anybody step to me
They dead to me
I got this on lock
While they still looking for a key
And I'm mixed with Cherokee
Shoutout to my family
We black Queens and Kings, so fuck a felony
Coming from the hood
So you better move carefully
All my haters scared of me
Bitch you better bite, Why you barking?
Comedy Central
These niggas funnier than Martin
Hitting my line
He better know that I'm charging
Slaying often
Leaving bodies in a coffin
Who you crossing?
Have you leaking when you walk in
I'm important, emails full of endorsements
All white forces
Dripping like a faucet
They want to do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
Do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
I got em hooked
He just took one look
Judge me but never read one page in my book Been through a lot
Still gone make it out on top
Won't give up, you cant get rid of me, give a fuck if you listening
Gold medals all over my room
I don't miss, one hit went straight to the dome
Yo man watching cuz he know I got more ass than you
Three cocktails later, I might say some'n rude
Ooh
Just turned down ya avenue
Pulling up on niggas, now they want to act confused
Double tie ya shoes, it's about to be round two
Black hoodie zipped up
Got my mask on too!
They want to do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
Do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
They want to do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
Do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
Anybody step to me
They dead to me
I got this on lock
While they still looking for a key
And I'm mixed with Cherokee
Shoutout to my family
We black Queens and Kings, so fuck a felony
Coming from the hood
So you better move carefully
All my haters scared of me
Bitch you better bite, Why you barking?
Comedy Central
These niggas funnier than Martin
Hitting my line
He better know that I'm charging
Slaying often
Leaving bodies in a coffin
Who you crossing?
Have you leaking when you walk in
I'm important, emails full of endorsements
All white forces
Dripping like a faucet
They want to do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
Do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
I got em hooked
He just took one look
Judge me but never read one page in my book Been through a lot
Still gone make it out on top
Won't give up, you cant get rid of me, give a fuck if you listening
Gold medals all over my room
I don't miss, one hit went straight to the dome
Yo man watching cuz he know I got more ass than you
Three cocktails later, I might say some'n rude
Ooh
Just turned down ya avenue
Pulling up on niggas, now they want to act confused
Double tie ya shoes, it's about to be round two
Black hoodie zipped up
Got my mask on too!
They want to do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
Do it like me but we are not the same
Run em off the road if they swerving in my lane
Somethings going on, I can feel it in my brain
When they get some paper, yeah they all start to change
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Nance, Tamon Tyrone Farley
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