To the Top (Remix)
(GC)
(Dread Pitt)
(Emmillienne)
(Yo)
Yeah when it's over
We'll be looking back
Thanking God for closure
Can't take control of
Anything that we're not even supposed to
Let go leave the past behind me (behind)
Let go of the broken things (uhuh)
Good times you know where to find me
Coming out of hiding (yeah yeah)
So no excuse I gotta flex
On my God He is the best
Yeah He better than the rest
Can't compare Him
Put it to the test
Yes yes
Yes I am blessed
Came up from the south side
My life it was a mess
My momma up and left
My daddy never rest
Left me so lonely
Took a toll on me
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
These demons they attacked, now they running from me
Victory
The victory
It's tasting so sweet
Money pan we mind, so we no care weh dem a say
Food afi in a mouth and afi reach yah everyday
The look pan mama face dat mek a youth go grip a K
Jump aga do porch in a di crep go flip di yay
Ready fi the streets mi lickle g, and him and say yeah
As him lift it up it's like a pro how him a sway
Uno betta run or hop a fence if you no pay
Him say him a big man now, cause di girls dem a say: Raaayyy
Big up to my thugs them and the girls dem a Belize
All a Beijing dem call the yaadie Trappanese
Know fi make a dollar, so a we dem want to squeeze
Say them love me long time and ready fi drop a knee
If it ain't about money no bother give we no chat
Me no even want sleep, not even go take a nap
Have to make it out, even if the clappers have to clap
Even in a drought
By any means, me rim a flat
One good chop, body in a bag, go river that
Spot a op (BLAP) reload the clip and rally back
Them full a chat, dem a coward, full dem a shot
Bare funeral, no play ting, remember that
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done (not done, not done)
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
These demons they attacked, now they running from me
Victory
The victory
It's tasting so sweet
Easy no general I beg you pardon
A we say cut the government, no trust the parliam
Buy me own a food and me no trust the bar them
If a no guns a must y gyal how we a bust upon them
When ghetto youths a lift up beg you do no bar them
Big up down a Calabar, big up Ardenne
Big up round a Far Rock, big up Harlem
Ghetto youths don't take what them a give you give them problems
Struggle man a struggle trust me it no easy
Money have to make even if me have to squeeze it
Catch you at the light and no me no have no squeegee
One in a the head, 3 points, Beasley
Hustle man a hustle no mi nah go lay down
You think it was a car wash the way it spray down
Non a dem no bad the whole a them a bare gums
If it wasn't for music me would a fire bare guns
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done (not done, not done)
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
These demons they attacked, now they running from me
Victory
The victory
It's tasting so sweet
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
No I'm not done
Never gonna stop
Got my God on me
Yeah He for me, yeah He for me
He won't ever leave me lonely, yeeh
(Dread Pitt)
(Emmillienne)
(Yo)
Yeah when it's over
We'll be looking back
Thanking God for closure
Can't take control of
Anything that we're not even supposed to
Let go leave the past behind me (behind)
Let go of the broken things (uhuh)
Good times you know where to find me
Coming out of hiding (yeah yeah)
So no excuse I gotta flex
On my God He is the best
Yeah He better than the rest
Can't compare Him
Put it to the test
Yes yes
Yes I am blessed
Came up from the south side
My life it was a mess
My momma up and left
My daddy never rest
Left me so lonely
Took a toll on me
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
These demons they attacked, now they running from me
Victory
The victory
It's tasting so sweet
Money pan we mind, so we no care weh dem a say
Food afi in a mouth and afi reach yah everyday
The look pan mama face dat mek a youth go grip a K
Jump aga do porch in a di crep go flip di yay
Ready fi the streets mi lickle g, and him and say yeah
As him lift it up it's like a pro how him a sway
Uno betta run or hop a fence if you no pay
Him say him a big man now, cause di girls dem a say: Raaayyy
Big up to my thugs them and the girls dem a Belize
All a Beijing dem call the yaadie Trappanese
Know fi make a dollar, so a we dem want to squeeze
Say them love me long time and ready fi drop a knee
If it ain't about money no bother give we no chat
Me no even want sleep, not even go take a nap
Have to make it out, even if the clappers have to clap
Even in a drought
By any means, me rim a flat
One good chop, body in a bag, go river that
Spot a op (BLAP) reload the clip and rally back
Them full a chat, dem a coward, full dem a shot
Bare funeral, no play ting, remember that
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done (not done, not done)
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
These demons they attacked, now they running from me
Victory
The victory
It's tasting so sweet
Easy no general I beg you pardon
A we say cut the government, no trust the parliam
Buy me own a food and me no trust the bar them
If a no guns a must y gyal how we a bust upon them
When ghetto youths a lift up beg you do no bar them
Big up down a Calabar, big up Ardenne
Big up round a Far Rock, big up Harlem
Ghetto youths don't take what them a give you give them problems
Struggle man a struggle trust me it no easy
Money have to make even if me have to squeeze it
Catch you at the light and no me no have no squeegee
One in a the head, 3 points, Beasley
Hustle man a hustle no mi nah go lay down
You think it was a car wash the way it spray down
Non a dem no bad the whole a them a bare gums
If it wasn't for music me would a fire bare guns
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done (not done, not done)
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
These demons they attacked, now they running from me
Victory
The victory
It's tasting so sweet
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
No I'm not done
Never gonna stop
Got my God on me
Yeah He for me, yeah He for me
He won't ever leave me lonely, yeeh
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Oneil Fennell, Emmillienne Bellaire, Tim Alkemade
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