To the Top Please

Yeah Thank you, thank you, thank you Damn, I'd never thought I'd win a Grammy ever in my life I'd like to thank God, my momma, my niggas God gave me a gift and nothing was the same when it got unwrapped Been dropping annually for five years my idols know that And every time I drop I make a comeback Barely tired I could never run flat Driven for it as they claim to run that Grateful that my momma let her son rap Momma look up your boy is where the sun at Now the family can get a sun tan and yes we are Shining brighter than the sun can I tell the cash get over here, it's like I'm scorpion on Mortal Kombat If it ain't bout the cash then I won't call back Counting all this cash got me fronting like I know math Still fearing no man, these verses gotta murder then a bloodbath They came here first, I'm going out last Went from being told I won't last 'cause I'm an outcast To be hit up under pressure just to make a collab They hate me but they hated Jesus everybody knows that Nobody's holding me back They throwing stones at the gang, they mad we blowing up fast Move at our own pace, ain't worry about what everyone has Taking time to polish up the qualities that we have Hope you aware that us coming together is a part of the plan Five classics and a bag, now that's a literal slap Ain't no tellin' whats gonna happen now that Sway followed back