On Top Songtext
von Justzai

I got bros in the Bronx
I got friends in Atlanta
Getting sick of the talk
Know my name to Havannah
I′m gonna get you what you want
I'm a great to the grana
I′m gonna be at the front
I got bread like it's mana
Now we on top where you at where you been though
Pushing while I rock
I won't stop for no benzo
Enemies won′t stop, but i′ll let em talk for a min so
I can put 'em down, fear of God young lorenzo
They say he go c-r-a-z-y in the building with the brodies on the floor
And the brodies on the ceiling
I don′t run no tab
Keep my g's in slack blacks
I said, "Hold up lil′ mama gotta run this track back."
I had to play the players
I had to pray some prayers


I had to beat the best
I had to slay the slayers
I had to test the game even when I thought they made the traitors
I run it up, up when I thought they saved the paper
And i said oh where you going who you feeling where you at
Oh check your pressure calm it down or take a nap
We don't care if you made it, no one taking roll call
Put a pause on the track while i take a phone call
Go, go get it if you want it
Hear him calling they been roaring
I been busting out my watch
Like i got some diamonds from new orleans
I take names for sure
Keep these stacks no pain forsure
Anybody wanna catch a game for sure
Hold up gotta hit ′em with the fame for sure
Oh brodie bouta catch him with the hands
Ima bouta hit him with the bands
Leave em in a trance
Anybody wanna start a talk probably gonna hit em on the block
Imma take a chance
When I never had a way I had to put it down I had to back away
I had to run it up I had to stack away
Ima do this a way yall can do that a way
I had to eat, and whip in the kitchen like I'm a handem
I got the heat, to light up a fire like it's a sanctum
I gotta know, If I′m gonna make it, take it for ransom
I gotta go, and hop out the building like I′m a phantom
Now we on top where you at where you been though
Pushing while I rock
I won't stop for no benzo
Enemies won′t stop, but i'll let em talk for a min so
I can put ′em down, fear of God young lorenzo