Lonely At The Top (feat. Rod Wave)

(God) yeah On and off the plane in the United States Running off the road, everyday's a paper chase Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain Still I maintain The top can get so lonely The top can get so lonely But it's better than the bottom Told me to get 'em, I got 'em, no worry, I got 'em Two hours of sleep before this six-hour journey Sent a prayer for my pops, I hope the man up top heard me Went from coke in my derby to a little under 30 Meal after taxes, I'm liquid, you're still thirsty Crabs in a bucket, my bag is the toughest Everything original except the stash of my cutlass Old school cars just a way to wash money Trust, some most friends lost from me They stab you in the back and then they ask for a favor 31 flavors and a new food saving Fucking shark in the water, I move like a killer whale You ever had a quarter ticket lost in a meal? Billion dollar place but the streets still call me How you stay low-key spotlight like God You bought a crib for the work that got me into real estate I'm smoking 'til my lungs hurt, I'm trying not to feel the pain The underground legend, you can add it 15 Rappers running out of cake, I have weighted 16 That means the dubs smell funny There's mold from the hoes dug Fuck a plaque, all I wanted was a whole one Me and Coz' run circles 'round parks I changed the game three times, I brought the purple shit back I'ma name my own hologram I'm tryna live forever, not being underground Yay area, this one's for the city, from the score to BK Young king stay busy, fuck a brown bag It feel good to have a black card I'm sick of digging hoes in my backyard On and off the plane in the United States Running off the road, everyday's a paper chase Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain Still I maintain The top can get so lonely The top can get so lonely But it's better than the bottom Told me to get 'em, I got 'em, no worry, I got 'em Six joint got my vision all blurry This one is for the two-faced snakes that I see They look in my eyes, then turn around and burn me Money ain't shit when you living in a hurry Welcome to the rat race, king of the flat rate The overnight blaze probably paid for the Batcave I lost a hundred grand, didn't care, yeah, I'm that paid To get a little clout when they come around and act strange We touched meals and forgot how the love feel You tryna wife her up, I made that bitch a drug meal I pump feel, real gasoline I dropped a hundred off, and kept the others in the BM I'm glad to be, sitting where I'm sitting Gas on my dick, but they all act vision I bounce back like I'm fresh out of prison Another meal cash, I'm in my backyard digging On and off the plane in the United States Running off the road, everyday's a paper chase Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain Still I maintain The top can get so lonely The top can get so lonely But it's better than the bottom Told me to get 'em, I got 'em, no worry, I got 'em And this one's for the suckers You know we hold on to grudges I'm balling, falling in your way over budget (brr) Right when you think I forgot That's why I was sitting back Ready to plot, your boy got shot