Top 5 (feat. Simply Shepp & Marcus)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I like that) Uhh Mic check, one, two (One, two) You already know who (And if you don’t) And if you some of you don’t Look, yo, listen Metaphoric, pack-imported Passin' torches back and forth With higher up and bitches foreign High importance in your Top 5 It’s me, myself, and I There’s no others in my ride Who is I? Who is you? Allow me to introduce this young and bulletproof Soulless beholdin' the potion view above the ocean, catch me posted With like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 A-list bitches Y’all stay droolin' at the mouth Blow the candle, make a wish Had a dream I’d be the greatest, now everyone on my dick I ain’t even hit 1,000 on like none of my clips, still I'm the shit Still come equipped, my fingers gripped Round the trigger, ego bigger Than the figures that I claim, sustain, like most the same My energies never changed Never came just to hang Only pull up if I’m late But the focus of attention Pay my homage, pay my dues Then get paid as my profession My perception of perfection Is my reflection, no second guessin' Oh lawd, it’s on me? Fuck it then, it’s the OV Niggas tryna be the old me, sellin' OZ’s of the OG I ain’t never worried 'bout a OP Y’all stay doin' OT Doin' all that dick suckin' Damn near 'bout to OD Y’all talk too much, y’all gots to show me I’m up at the top and it’s lonely You can’t touch my trophies I keep me a redbone with that macaroni I see right through that phone, you really a phony I’m only, just warming up, my 24th I went to Florida Man I been thinkin' 'bout movin' to Georgia I got connections out in California I don’t know if I can function without writing music, I’m diagnosed with a disorder You gon' regret it if you ever counted me out, 'cause it’s only the 2nd quarter Boy I’m KD with the wrist Simply gave me this assist This all swish, he know I don’t miss Earned my stripes, no K-Swiss If you still ain’t heard Mood 2, that shit was all hits If I send shots back, everybody gone scramble like Mike Vick, this shit sick Same ones you be wit', be the same ones sleepin' on you Watchin' every move you make, just to go hate, then start speakin' on you Fall off, then the same bitch you fell fo' start cheatin' on you Never been into savin' hoes, I’m sorry if the nigga beatin' on you Yes bitches, I’m back on my shit, na bitches back on my dick She ain’t make it to the 2nd round 'cause the 1st round I got pics If you ain’t made a straight girl go both ways, you ain’t got tricks Black people don’t like hockey, but all of 'em do got sticks