2 That Top

I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop Police got me under pressure and I just won't pop And when the fiends hit the corner, yeah they still gon' cop I want tail from these bunnies and they sure gon' hop I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop I got jackers in my mirror want to lift my drop Too many haters in my ear, is they fags or what? Washing all my money laundry bags of knots On my way to the top, can't stop for the cop In the drop do a buck twenty, beat the clock I race them hours, burn them seconds Each breath I take I count as a blessing Time is rough, won't catch me pouting I fuck the world till she come like a fountain Sell angel cake straight from Hell Kitchen With white girls, call them powder bitches Power pimpin' these tricks tryna slip my dick in a Willie Lynch I'm in sync with street and move with the heat but I'm cool on my feet as I walk past cops on the beat Every minute I'm alive is a miracle to me That's why I stay high like birds and trees My time ain't up till I'm top of the mountain In the good life I stay money counting I ain't scared, no fear in me I am what I am, that's clear to see Success in the air, you hearing me? On the road to the riches, my destiny On my way to the top, can't stop for the cop In the drop do a buck twenty, beat the clock I race them hours, burn them seconds Each breath I take I count as a blessing Time is rough, won't catch me pouting I fuck the world till she come like a fountain Sell angel cake straight from Hell Kitchen With white girls, call them powder bitches I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop Police got me under pressure and I just won't pop And when the fiends hit the corner yeah, they still gon' cop I want tail from these bunnies and they sure gon' hop I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop I got jackers in my mirror want to lift my drop Too many haters in my ear, is they fags or what? Washing all my money laundry bags of knots On my way to the top don't stop for these tricks 'Cause I'm way too hot, ninety-eight point six, burn ya hand, don't touch I'll eat yo lunch, nigga like me be early so it's brunch Nigga, its nuttin' to get you done, way so dirty it'll leave you stunned Some like the phasers on Star Trek and I ain't get where I'm gone yet Will I get there baby, that oh yes, the way I see it y'all no threats Fake pims that laying down ho bets, I just came from off the wall, let's ball Playing for it all don't stall shorty get it all don't crawl Let me hold ya up, don't fall, need my help again just call

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