To the Top, Pt. 2
This shit be a struggle everyday young niggha tryna get to the top
One day you up yeen worried bout nothin' then you drop
I wish I knew someone that was able to help me
This shit is bigger than me I swear it ain't my fault
I was born in a cell yeah you could they ain't want me to talk
I was born in hell yeah you can tell they ain't want me to walk
Im trying my hardest me and my wife to run it up
It's a dirty game gotta sacrifice to get to the top
It's a lot of shit I ain't willing to do cuz I'm too real
Can't never sign they tried to finesse the hip off two deals
If everyone left ya ass for dead how would you feel
Got the young niggha questioning in my head really who real
And I can't fault nobody for tryna do they own shit
But it's a slap in the face and a disgrace when you ain't on shit
Motherfuckers tried to tell me my whole life that I'm wrong
But I know I'm right thats why I had to sing this song
I been up for 2 months straight and I ain't been sleep fully
Tryna make this bread tryna make this cake but it ain't baked fully
Shit, the lemons life done gave me done went bad
I made some hootch I'm hallucinating off my ass
I ain't got no kids bitch I ain't dead and I ain't on probation
But the devils trying his hardest to make me the late great quotations
At 25 shit I can say it could be worse
And I thank God because my sanctified birth
This shit too heavy in the streets I don't know many that can take it
Without goin out sad goin on drugs tweaked out naked
Everybody that knows my talent told me I'm gone make it
But God is in control of my life I can't fake it
I got 7 sisters and 1 brother I ain't never met
Sometimes I think it's best I stay away better yet
My family grillin me like niggha why you don't call
Cuz y'all don't know that yall the source of my fall
This shit be a struggle everyday young niggha tryna get to the top
One day you up yeen worried bout nothin' then you drop
I wish I knew someone that was able to help me
This shit is bigger than me I swear it ain't my fault
I was born in a cell yeah you could they ain't want me to talk
I was born in hell yeah you can tell they ain't want me to walk
Im trying my hardest me and my wife to run it up
It's a dirty game gotta sacrifice to get to the top
Yeah yeah yeah yeah to the top yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah to the top yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah to the top yeah
Yeah yeah to the top yeah
One day you up yeen worried bout nothin' then you drop
I wish I knew someone that was able to help me
This shit is bigger than me I swear it ain't my fault
I was born in a cell yeah you could they ain't want me to talk
I was born in hell yeah you can tell they ain't want me to walk
Im trying my hardest me and my wife to run it up
It's a dirty game gotta sacrifice to get to the top
It's a lot of shit I ain't willing to do cuz I'm too real
Can't never sign they tried to finesse the hip off two deals
If everyone left ya ass for dead how would you feel
Got the young niggha questioning in my head really who real
And I can't fault nobody for tryna do they own shit
But it's a slap in the face and a disgrace when you ain't on shit
Motherfuckers tried to tell me my whole life that I'm wrong
But I know I'm right thats why I had to sing this song
I been up for 2 months straight and I ain't been sleep fully
Tryna make this bread tryna make this cake but it ain't baked fully
Shit, the lemons life done gave me done went bad
I made some hootch I'm hallucinating off my ass
I ain't got no kids bitch I ain't dead and I ain't on probation
But the devils trying his hardest to make me the late great quotations
At 25 shit I can say it could be worse
And I thank God because my sanctified birth
This shit too heavy in the streets I don't know many that can take it
Without goin out sad goin on drugs tweaked out naked
Everybody that knows my talent told me I'm gone make it
But God is in control of my life I can't fake it
I got 7 sisters and 1 brother I ain't never met
Sometimes I think it's best I stay away better yet
My family grillin me like niggha why you don't call
Cuz y'all don't know that yall the source of my fall
This shit be a struggle everyday young niggha tryna get to the top
One day you up yeen worried bout nothin' then you drop
I wish I knew someone that was able to help me
This shit is bigger than me I swear it ain't my fault
I was born in a cell yeah you could they ain't want me to talk
I was born in hell yeah you can tell they ain't want me to walk
Im trying my hardest me and my wife to run it up
It's a dirty game gotta sacrifice to get to the top
Yeah yeah yeah yeah to the top yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah to the top yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah to the top yeah
Yeah yeah to the top yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Isiah Shamsud-deen
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