The Top (feat. Dame Stacks & Dimo Lotte)

No we ain’t silent, no we ain’t stealth

I ain’t trying to be rich

Yo I’m trying to see wealth

I could make a W out of 2 L’s

I ain’t crying over friends

Better do it by yourself

That ain’t yo boys if they ain’t trying to help

That ain’t yo girl if she for everybody else

Let 'em only get one chance

Yeah I only tell 'em one time

I don’t repeat myself

Friends up in college, friends up in cells

Friends that get diplomas, friends that picked jail

Friends that get money, friends that need bail

Its a cold world, better take care of yourself

Can’t be bringing everybody

Only if they help

Same ones I knew

That took Algebra and failed

Weighing out quarters

Got it measured out with scales

Mind my own business

I don’t see it, like its braille

Stay legit, keep it real

You can’t buy this sauce can’t copy my path

Can’t fuck with my dawgs can’t count it this fast

I know who you are, you never been that

Started dead broke I never been back

Said I wouldn’t be shit I ain’t believe ****

To make it to the top you gotta leave some ****

Money calling imma leave some wit ya

I gotta hit the road imma need a lil distance

Plug on the way might save my life

Stand up **** I ain’t saying shit twice

Here for the money I ain’t come to be nice

And the VVS’s different when they hit in this light

Said I wouldn’t be shit, I ain’t believe ****

To make it to the top you gotta leave some ****

Money calling imma leave some wit ya

I gotta hit the road imma need a lil distance

Yo you must be mistaken

Maybe you don't know what you facing

Fuck that, don't need no embracing

I say what I want with my chest when I say it

Went harder than most and I done seen all the hating

Big dog, I'm like Clifford I'm chasing

The big bags, like I need a vacation

The big truck, we can get to the racing

My own lane, that's why I get me them payments

Stayed calm like a fire alarm because

I don't like how they speaking

Acting like they was taking shots in the gym wit a **** but

Truth is they be tweaking

All of that fake love is misleading

I did it my own way, that's why ya name holds no weight

And when I make it to the top motherfucker

And you ask for hand outs, I say no way

You can’t buy this sauce can’t copy my path

Can’t fuck with my dawgs can’t count it this fast

I know who you are, you never been that

Started dead broke I never been back

Said I wouldn’t be shit I ain’t believe ****

To make it to the top you gotta leave some ****

Money calling imma leave some wit ya

I gotta hit the road imma need a lil distance

Plug on the way might save my life

Stand up **** I ain’t saying shit twice

Here for the money I ain’t come to be nice

And the VVS’s different when they hit in this light

Said I wouldn’t be shit, I ain’t believe ****

To make it to the top you gotta leave some ****

Money calling imma leave some wit ya

I gotta hit the road imma need a lil distance

If we talking about rapping, it ain’t even close

Just another lame rapper, I swear you a joke

F a title yo I’m trying get paid the most

Y'all **** ain't been paid, I swear that y'all broke

Big bank talk, yo it’s gross what gross

Chase checks and not chicks and then you get both

I don't need ya little fake love to stay afloat

Fuck ya little bread crumbs, **** we need the loaf