Reach the Top (feat. Addie a & Jloc)
Cross tatted on my chest got me feeling blessed
I'm always smoking on some Cali tree
How can I ever be stressed?
I swear life sometimes be feeling like a test
I always gotta pass
Can't be left for dead
If she see me on my worst day
I still make her wet
I love H block, You know I gotta rep
She crazy ass fuck took the pill and knew it was pressed
I'm coming for what I came for nothing less
Always on my ten toes you know how I step
You know how I rock
How can I be stopped?
I can feel it coming
My homie said we gone reach the top
I want the double R, with the stars in the ceilings
That's how I been feeling, stars shine so bright
It look so vividly
So picture perfect, these lames wanna mimic me?
Smoking on this og I got from my plug
They like the smell so they want a puff
I'm like "what you want a eighth or a dub?"
Ballin on these niggas they some scrubs
Went from smoking grams to stuffing this blunt with a more than a dub
Ten deep on the block and ten deep when we in the club
No security, keep the heat with me
Watch out gang might snatch you for your jewelry
Hate a dumb bitch swear miss me with that foolery
I'll shoot up anybody give a fuck about who it be
If you don't like me get the fuck from me
Past them days I was bummy
It's funny cause they thought that I was a dummy
Even when I was broke all I thought about was money
Even when I'm eating I'm always gonna be hungry
Talk about get bag I ain't no dummy
We got the stick in the car but it's automatic
Goofy run on the whip then I let 'em have it
Running up these bands bitch I gotta have it
Getting to this money that's my favorite habit
Getting to this money that's my only habit
I'm only chasing green I'm about the cabbage
I be smoking cali weed like I'm Chris Travis
I be tryna get the blues tryna live lavish
Headed to the top tryna get the guap
All these broke ass hating lames man they needa stop
They Hate us but they tuning in they gotta watch
Came up from a little turned it to a lot
Headed to the top tryna get the guap
All these broke hating lames man they needa stop
They Hate us but they tuning In they gotta watch
I Came up from a little turned It to a lot
I'm always smoking on some Cali tree
How can I ever be stressed?
I swear life sometimes be feeling like a test
I always gotta pass
Can't be left for dead
If she see me on my worst day
I still make her wet
I love H block, You know I gotta rep
She crazy ass fuck took the pill and knew it was pressed
I'm coming for what I came for nothing less
Always on my ten toes you know how I step
You know how I rock
How can I be stopped?
I can feel it coming
My homie said we gone reach the top
I want the double R, with the stars in the ceilings
That's how I been feeling, stars shine so bright
It look so vividly
So picture perfect, these lames wanna mimic me?
Smoking on this og I got from my plug
They like the smell so they want a puff
I'm like "what you want a eighth or a dub?"
Ballin on these niggas they some scrubs
Went from smoking grams to stuffing this blunt with a more than a dub
Ten deep on the block and ten deep when we in the club
No security, keep the heat with me
Watch out gang might snatch you for your jewelry
Hate a dumb bitch swear miss me with that foolery
I'll shoot up anybody give a fuck about who it be
If you don't like me get the fuck from me
Past them days I was bummy
It's funny cause they thought that I was a dummy
Even when I was broke all I thought about was money
Even when I'm eating I'm always gonna be hungry
Talk about get bag I ain't no dummy
We got the stick in the car but it's automatic
Goofy run on the whip then I let 'em have it
Running up these bands bitch I gotta have it
Getting to this money that's my favorite habit
Getting to this money that's my only habit
I'm only chasing green I'm about the cabbage
I be smoking cali weed like I'm Chris Travis
I be tryna get the blues tryna live lavish
Headed to the top tryna get the guap
All these broke ass hating lames man they needa stop
They Hate us but they tuning in they gotta watch
Came up from a little turned it to a lot
Headed to the top tryna get the guap
All these broke hating lames man they needa stop
They Hate us but they tuning In they gotta watch
I Came up from a little turned It to a lot
Credits
Writer(s): Jhoany Ayala
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Other Album Tracks
- Wavy Freestyle (feat. Addie a & Jloc)
- Whats Next? (feat. Addie a, Stussy & Jloc)
- Unconditional Love (feat. Addie a & Jloc)
- The Valley (feat. 818 Ama & Jloc)
- Reach the Top (feat. Addie a & Jloc)
- F**k a Record Deal (feat. Jloc & Addie A)
- Come Correct (feat. Addie a & Jloc)
- 818 Freestyle (feat. 818 Ama & Addie A)
- New Whip (feat. Addie a & Jloc)
- Paid In Full (feat. Jloc, 818 Ama & Stussy)
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