Top Boy (feat. Rob Ill & Tone Dash G)

Grab your gun. We #1. I feel great Top Boy What we gonna do in 22'. Yeah What we gonna do in 22' What we gonna do in 22' Yeah Top Boy Black and white keys of love, snow beach bud Haulin grub with a thousand grams up in the glove This is Price Hill University master class Language, arts and craft. Manuscript on the black board So don't forget your glasses, register fast kid Professor Rob Ill Rap Lord Swing a sword, whip a mic cord I'm handling mine, handling yours and too live to ignore And I'm a little too krunk to take a trip to the store But, I will crash you, wreck you like a human tornado Bringing the rain, we ain't the same. We in, you out I make it rain gold, you're a rainbow The future of the flow. Check the radar star, the heat index is volcanoes Dope supplier. From crime to rhyme, record expunged I guess my rap sheet on fire The still trying to shoot me with their fingers Cappin for a role, your crew prance like a choir Runnin these emcees, sucka emcees You should call me sire. I'm what the game desires It's been a little while since you heard the style that you admire Shoot me a like, be a subscriber Some say they ain't, but I am the one One symphony drum, one seat, one driver What we gonna do in 22' What we gonna do in 22' What we gonna do in 22' Get money, money Top Boy Yesterday I got a call from my cousin Jada She told me to remember her son and keep on crossin the fader It's all about choices, now and later I glide on the side of good, not dark side Vader I can be your lightsaber and life saver We keepin it hood, choppin that wood, making the paper Sckary Musik is IJAB and grand slams With the bat man we robbin you of criminal haters We them rhyme crusaders, stalking beat biters and fakers Kobe told me to flow like a Laker. Magic showed me abracadabra Allah brought me Tammy Cleopatra Eli fast, Naomi faster Only family matters. If that's not you, then you're a fuckin non factor Excuse my explicit lyrics. This exhibit well worth the ticket Smells like teen spirit. Top Boy What we gonna do in 22' Get money What we gonna do in 22' You dummies What we gonna do in 22' Get money, money Top Boy What we gonna do in 22' What we gonna do in 22' We work too hard, so never think you can take nothing from me, you dummy Top Boy Boy I got mass numbers in my old pagers Keep the mic blazing, got me steppin on stages Also I do it behind the scene Looking through smoke screens, face lookin mean While I'm toting on green, keepin my eyes open wide When I ride that 5 1 3 side Realize the sign of the times We go world wide like the last album. My crew be wilding Pouring Coronas on the Island Or sippin that Ray Ray like the homie Snatcha 1000 Tone Dash on the board, rhymes galore building organizations Being played on your radio station Always being patient Needing my music to be patented, being wasted Having a good time in your basement so face it This life is like a dream. It seems Tone Dash G going for the cream Triple beams and scales attractive like Chip n Dales I'm here for me to make a sale You can buy it. I will prevail, I will prevail, I will What we gonna do in 22' Get money What we gonna do in 22' You dummies What we gonna do in 22' Get money, money Top Boy What we gonna do in 22' What we gonna do in 22' We work too hard, so never think you can take nothing from me you dummy Top Boy Cincinnati Rob Ill, IJAB Productions Top Boy