Top Floor
Devin Dabney
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I don't want a blue collar, I don't want to be a slave Working hard for every dollar, dog - I'm trying to get it made I got goals, baby I got lines Drop those flows till I cop my shine I rock shows when I got my mic Get my neck froze by the end of the night (I don't want a blue collar, I don't want to be a slave) Life got cold, baby it's alright (Working hard for every dollar, dog - I'm trying to get it made) I'm top floor, baby I'm top flight In a world where selling dope isn't it a last hope Dreams of being a Noriega or Castro Anything to get they weight up and a cash flow Now that's thinking with your dipstick like Castrol... let me ask your Homies if they living right, cause if not, my niggas Round the way can get them right - don't get shot, they taking Aim and they got more fire, telling ghost stories Written by their ghost writers, so tired, trying to Get in gear, turning my cogs, getting lost in the bogs Trying to make a perfect song, never stopping with bars Get a house for my momma, reservoir for my dogs Drop these fakes in the lake, cause they liars and frauds Keep it hopping like frogs from people popping they jaws Every word that I write is prophecy for the cause The rap consult Cruising town with the .380 in my console, keeping my eyes low I got goals, baby I got lines Drop those flows till I cop my shine I rock shows when I got my mic Get my neck froze by the end of the night (I don't want a blue collar, I don't want to be a slave) Life got cold, baby it's alright (Working hard for every dollar, dog - I'm trying to get it made) I'm top floor, baby I'm top flight Empire state of mind, while I'm living in squalor Property in poverty, come to swallow these martyrs Of living for fun, drugs, guns, almighty dollars The scourge of the nuns, Attila's huns running the hollow, nigga You say you hold tools? The latest in clothes, jewels Y'all faker than tofu, y'all hate on the old school Knowing but it made you... getting fat off the profit That the greatest gave you... it ain't cool Being the last of a dying breed, especially when these Sucker niggas keep on trying me, thinking because I'm Educated, got a good job, that I'm sedated, and Faded, forgot the hood - nah... nigga, I'm haunted By the gauntlet that I suffered, niggas I know went under Niggas I know that's fronting and bitches I know that love it Momma at home crying - the kitchen cabinet got nothing I never forget the struggle, forever hitting that hustle because I got goals, baby I got lines Drop those flows till I cop my shine I rock shows when I got my mic Get my neck froze by the end of the night (I don't want a blue collar, I don't want to be a slave) Life got cold, baby it's alright (Working hard for every dollar, dog - I'm trying to get it made) I'm top floor, baby I'm top flight (I don't want a blue collar, I don't want to be a slave) Life got cold, baby it's alright (Working hard for every dollar, dog - I'm trying to get it made) I'm top floor, baby I'm top flight
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