Top Boy

Top Boy, Top Boy

They coming for my spot boy Top Boy, Top Boy

They coming for the top boy Top Boy, Top Boy

They coming for my spot boy Top Boy, Top Boy

I'm blowing off they top boy

Hot boy, stop boy, I'm headed for the top boy Cars at the crib lined up like a convoy

House on the lake, you would think I'm a Cowboy Beamer M3 and they sitting on some alloys

Black Boy King, diamond ring, and you know it bling Moving right to left, hypnotized by the way it swing

Try to play me boy and I'm cursing all your offspring Busting headboards and I'm fucking up the box springs

Tropicana Ave, where a **** used to do my thing

Count a million dollars over dishes in the kitchen sink Cousin did 15 years over cuban links

Had to give my blood to pay the bills, now I'm on the brink

Gotta tell the truth cause a **** never lip sync Faggot ass **** on the mic wearing lipstick

When it comes to the game they gone have to rethink When I'm spitting facts like a gat never blinkin

Top Boy, Top Boy

They coming for my spot boy Top Boy, Top Boy

They coming for the top boy Top Boy, Top Boy

 They coming for my spot boy Top Boy, Top Boy

I'm blowing off they top boy

Top Boy, Top Boy

They coming for my spot boy Top Boy, Top Boy

They coming for the top boy Top Boy, Top Boy

They coming for my spot boy Top Boy, Top Boy

I'm blowing off they top boy

I'm Blessed from the womb, truth to the tomb

I'm the realest **** left standing in the room Massive consume, masters of doom

I'm shitting on these **** like I need a restroom

Back in the day they used to sleep on me

Now I'm king size sleep comfortably

What they get in a year is like a month to me, And I'm staying real humble while you mumbling

Yea, Cold as ice, illuminati sacrifice Prototype, pass the mic I'm Dolemite Israelite, morning noon and in the night

I just might, cop the coup and get the bike

Like Mike, I'm dunking on em on sight

You know I'm right, the illest shit I ever write Type of stories ,that you only told at night, Robert Horry, I hit the 3 before the light

The Closest to you be an undercover fed

Duck down on the ground, them bullets at your head It's not your fault, brainwashed by the cult

100% juice with no pulp

Your favorite rapper walk around in black pumps He's a chump, from the jump

Donald trump, pop the trunk

smell the funk, get crunk