To the top (feat. Louie laflare)

Started from nothing, tryna climb to the top of this shit

Trappin' out bandos, this whatever on the road to gettin' rich

Goin' crazy, scrapin' the pot, look at the flick of the wrist

Now it's Hellcat Chargers, how we chargin' through shit

Steal up dog shit, playin' with my paper, get you off quick

Speed dial them shooters, boy, don't get your life lost quick

**** talk shit, but **** only cappin' for the neck

****, we walkin' **** down, throwin' shots at ****' head

That's a fact, shoot first, you won't get to send them back

Aim for yo' face, if you run, they gon' hit you in yo' bank

Real shooters, ****, tell me is you **** really bout it

Know you'll clap, one of you **** ask P if I'm bout it, bout it

Turn me up, ****, never turn me down

We accurate in the field, knockin' **** outta bounds, uh

Aim for yo' crown, cause we comin' for the top

****, keep yo vents on, cause we gunnin' for yo' spot, ****

Turn me up, ****, nevertheless turn me down

We accurate in the field, knockin' **** outta bounds, uh

Aim for yo' crown, cause we comin' for the top

****, keep yo' vents on, cause we gunnin' for yo' spot, ****

Turn me up, ****, nevertheless turn me down

We accurate in the field, knockin' **** outta bounds, uh

Aim for yo' crown, cause we comin' for the top

****, keep yo' vents on, cause we gunnin' for yo' spot, ****

Palms itchin' from that blow money

**** say they on my head, but I know they gunnin

I hit his bitch in the trap, got her walkin' funny

I really came from the mud, bitch, I came from nothin

I shed blood, sweat, and tears in the field

My bitch say she love me, tell me is it really real

And when I open up, I end up puttin' up a shield

My scars run deep, can't understand how I feel

These drugs numb the pain, but it won't ever heal

I had to deal with the cards I was dealt

Demons chasin' me, ain't no one on my skin for help

I had to face my problems all by myself

It's okay, cause my bitch on gold, I'm a sender

Thirty and a stick, put his ass through the blender

Cause I keep a F in, shot sender

Never worry bout a bitch, yeah, I need my pockets bigger

**** say they love me, but I know they gunnin

I hit his bitch in the trap, got her walkin' funny

I really came from the mud, bitch, I came from nothin

I shed blood, sweat, and tears in the field

My bitch say she love me, tell me is it really real

And when I open up, I end up puttin' up a shield

My scars run deep, can't understand how I feel

These drugs numb the pain, but it won't ever heal

I had to deal with the cards I was dealt

Demons chasin' me, ain't no one on my skin for help

I had to face my problems all by myself