Lyrics:
bust back
Unless I need, this world is greed, I lead by example with ample
Education, my lyricism is here to imprison your vision
The fallacy society
My shit blowin up, I blow up like Israely
On top of the world bitch I feel like an alien
Walkin’ too cool to be regular pedestrians, yeah yeah
Left,
a superstar drivin' a fancy car till
I found out the world's not what it seems
Barrooms and pop a tops
For those freckle faced girls are now painted up
say
Ridin' round with my top down
And my shit all I play
This shit sound even better
When you got on beats by Dre
Tell me what you know bout dis
Tell me
be sittin' around watching Donny Hue
All I need is liquor plus some ganja to continue
To twirl top of the world like Obama do
And I might need
Okay, it's quiet now
And we drove all through the neighborhood
Just sittin' in a car all day
Tryna find a radio
And we wrapped both hands in
it
I had to quit it
Stackin this bread with my bros then we split it
I had to quit it
I had to quit it
Sittin on top and I know that y'all wishin that
summers fishing down by the creek
And climbing hills in a Willy's Jeep
Did stupid things to impress the girls
Looking for ways to rock their world
Picked
Like may quartz keep it Crystal clear
Crystal grids all around me dog
I disappear now I'm sittin here
Up on the mountain top
Sickles shear
gotta say my name
Hoppin' out, they hatin' on me, that ain't mean a thang to me
Thats why I'm chillin' at the top and you be sittin' right below
I'm
Let the tough talk walk and watch how your fear run
Yeah, and fuck the world is my assignment
And I promise you gonna be feel me like blind men
Roll
roll
On golden chrome
In a Chevy
Sittin' low
Just like his pops did
Before the world closed
'57 in the paint shop
Getting straightened out
I'm
up bitch?)
Raise up the phone
And fuck with the switches
Front back
And pause on threes
Rag Top Four
Sittin' on them D's
Checkin' ass for the big booty
to operate than
A household appliance"
Hi! I'm Candy Jo, and I'm shooting the Ingram M-10, or the Mac-10!
GUNS.
This gun is one of the most well-known
to the wall
Who's sittin' in the crib, and you don't know who to call
(Jesus!) Hangin' on a tight rope, fingers slippin' off
But you ain't by yourself dog,
nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll
Yo, yeah, nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sittin' on the front stoop right outside
In the moonlight when I take flight, I fly
Crank the engine,
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
let love pass us by we're
Sittin' on top of the world
(Sitting on top of the world)
Feeling like things really going my way (Things really going my way)
to frisk me
Cause if you find somethin
Say somethin
Your ass will go missin
Take em to deluz rivey
Bonsall bridgey
New world order
But not in the small villy
Escúchala, la ciudad respirando
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shining, like who on top of this?
People was tussling,
these traps
Sittin' in the parking lot, my seat back
Gettin' topped off some mornings, freeze that
Gotta be a God with all of these racks
I don't wanna
Q? yeah, he the rap king
Big Mac? yeah, she the rap queen
Hate thongs? yeah, I know they beat me
And my nigga Top gon' be the
Reason why you a crack
wanna burn my soul up
World on my shoulders but I roll back ya boulders
Words have a funny way of comin back to scold ya
Watch what come out of your
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