Текст песни
Young boss nigga VS all my diamonds
Buy my bitch a Prada purse then feed this dick inside her
I ride up right beside ya just for poppin' it on the gram
Just keep that 9-5 job know you feel safe with Uncle Sam
I ain't never had no name tag
Never had to hit no licks
I just bet up on myself
Cuz even family ain't help shit
Shit I'm sliding down through the east side
Just to ease out your family tree
Play the cards life handed me
While tryna keep my sanity
Pussy you get no pass with me
Just pass me the liquor
She deep diving through my past time when I wasn't with her
Hear the bitterness out her fuckin' mouth is fogging up the mirrors
The only CHK I'm stressed bout is when the check doesn't clear
I'm sippin' clear eyes bloodshot
Moving like a tough guy
Gave your bitch a pill she turned the kid into a blood-clot
One-shot two-shot all the above
I'm on the Top Floor with your bitch and nothing but thugs
Walk up in my house it feel like Sin City
Way too many empty Hennessy bottles we save the Remy
Cold to the soul I need a cleansing and I blame my city
Old friends X'd out the circle that wasn't aimin' with me
Tryna eat the fruit that my art brings but never painted with me
Y'all keep throwing shots and pray it hit me
But I'm like Neo to the game
I hit my free throws when in range
I put up three points
Too authentic you a decoy
Where yo' bitch at she with me boy
I blow that back out like I was C4
Tryna force my way in this game but they got steel doors
Promethazine an ecstasy is what I lean towards
My whole gang shooters now if we time traveled we'd swing swords
I go to church on Sundays but please don't get it twisted
Cross me I'll fuck your bitch an discipline y'all children
(yeah)
This not music this is really shit I lived
One song away from blowing up globally and something gotta give
Top Floor