Top of My Game

They say I lost my grip, like a real bad trip

Guess I'm going insane, completely outta my brain

No rails under the train, so fuckin' off of the chain

No landing gear on the plane, so in the air I remain

J Pun is king of his game, supreme is how I must reign

I'm on top of my game

Don't need the fame I don't need the acclaim

Fuck fake love stay away from you lames

I'm bringing the ruckus I'm bringing the pain

I am original stay in my lane

You counterfeit with the shit that you claim

You sound just like everyone else in the game

Ain't got no style of your own what a shame

I'm on top of my game

Don't need the fame I don't need the acclaim

Fuck fake love stay away from you lames

I'm bringing the ruckus I'm bringing the pain

I am original stay in my lane

You counterfeit with the shit that you claim

You sound just like everyone else in the game

Ain't got no style of your own what a shame

We the greatest to ever to do it

A mystical God like I am Anubis

Clouds turn gold, rainin' out rubies

Light up the sky, I'm making movie

Too damn fly, a rocket, I'm zoomin'

Three point shot, slam dunk when I'm hoopin'

Gimme the cash, hands up, might lose it

Takin' a jab, knuckle up, let's do this

Smash in ya head til ya face turns bluish

Talk on my name, I'm leaving them toothless

Tongue chopped out, laugh out loud, Imma nuisance

It's goin down, betta move it

Been bussin' since a baby, Imma lose it

Never frontin', never phase me, that's true shit

Turn it up loud, get grooving

Jump up and down, oh this is the new shit

I'm excellent, amazing, a mutant

I'm delicious, Mc Tasty, the cool kid

No cap, not many can do this

I'm fresh off the vine, then I grew it

No bibbity bobbity bullshit

I'm packin', I'm rolling with full clips

No discussion, yo, keep the torch lit

I'm hushin' the haters in store with

The musical genius, tell Forbes list

Benny Franks 'n no Georges

Hold the ship steady 'cause these waves are enormous

My drip go bling, yeah welcome to the fortress

Talk on my name, got 45 corpses

Start a bon fire, burning and scorchin'

Neva will I tire, got me twisted, contortin'

I'm here to inspire the world with importance

I'm on top of my game

Don't need the fame I don't need the acclaim

Fuck fake love stay away from you lames

I'm bringing the ruckus I'm bringing the pain

I am original stay in my lane

You counterfeit with the shit that you claim

You sound just like everyone else in the game

Ain't got no style of your own what a shame

I'm on top of my game

Don't need the fame I don't need the acclaim

Fuck fake love stay away from you lames

I'm bringing the ruckus I'm bringing the pain

I am original stay in my lane

You counterfeit with the shit that you claim

You sound just like everyone else in the game

Ain't got no style of your own what a shame

I shine like the sun they stay irrelevant I be the the one

That's why I never give mention to bums

So they don't eat off the work that I've done

Not even crumbs table I run

Not cause I'm arrogant because I've struggled

Every step that I'm leveling up

You gotta earn everything that you want

They play checkers while I play chess

I'm staying several levels ahead

They make one move while I make ten

They get emotional I stay zen

Studied the art of war Sun Tzu

Never tell a motherfucker what I'm gonna do

I strategize while I plan their doom

I move in silence while making my moves

On top of this running my game like a monopolist

I want it all you better not resist

They spread my name through the metropolis

Real rap connoisseur say the mother fuckin' boss of this

Cause when it comes to these rhyme syllables I be killin' foos

All you suckas minuscule minimal and pitiful

You could call me Bob Parr, Mr. Incredible

Now these bitches wishing they was swinging from my genitals

Got bunch of enemies fueling up my energy

Fuel the fuego fire burning at a million degrees

They be full of jealousy won't admit they envy me

Try to move how I move what a bunch of parities

Lil faking bitch Al Yankovic's

Try to copy my style replicating it

Eyeing me just like a bitch who wanna take a dick

Heard you gobbling them dicks like some bacon bits

I'm on top of my game

Don't need the fame I don't need the acclaim

Fuck fake love stay away from you lames

I'm bringing the ruckus I'm bringing the pain

I am original stay in my lane

You counterfeit with the shit that you claim

You sound just like everyone else in the game

Ain't got no style of your own what a shame

I'm on top of my game

Don't need the fame I don't need the acclaim

Fuck fake love stay away from you lames

I'm bringing the ruckus I'm bringing the pain

I am original stay in my lane

You counterfeit with the shit that you claim

You sound just like everyone else in the game

Ain't got no style of your own what a shame