Top 5

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G-wave baby
 Gra-gra-gra
 I-is that you JJ
 Be keeping that, Jah bigger than what, but f- one butt
 Bizzy, Muna monster, If I walk with the 30 clip
 Inna face where I thought this is
 That structure, bloodclot
 Like, look
 What's a demon to a goblin
 I was trappin', I was robbin'
 Every villain got a problem (facts)
 Look, every hero got a Gotham
 Every child need a father
 Like, I was raised by the block
 I was nine when my father got knocked
 I was twelve when my brother got knocked
 I was 13, when I left off that shot, eliminated
 I had to get on that gritty sh- I ain't forgiving 'em (at all)
 I took a plea for what? Get on your knees I don't wanna f-
 Look, switching your team for what? I took an oath I ain't switching up
 Look, serving these fiends for what?
 So I can have J's when I step in the club (facts)
 Look now I got foreign's I'm steppin' in Dior
 Drugs in my system I'm drinking my Seymour's
 My body different, I was the Grinch I ain't care 'bout no Christmas
 Look, she wanna hit this
 I done f- b- and f- with they friendships
 Look, I'm finna slide with a big stick
 No I'm Fivio but I got that big drip
 This ain't no race don't trip b-
 I took an L and then I got big lit
 Uh, now I'm just tryna' get big rich
 I ain't got time to beef over kid sh-
 I took an opp off the hitlist
 My n- sliding they think that they blitzing
 Look, these n- lie in the booth
 See me in person like who you gon' yell at
 You ain't no shooter boy who you gon' tell that
 If I get booked Marz know where the bell at
 I was 'round pack but no I never sell that
 Uh, did a flip with some coke
 I told my 'migo to mail that
 Like, look
 I said y'all n- play too much
 I keep it brief, up in these raps
 No I ain't saying too much, these n- ain't do enough
 Y'all n- spinning
 But y'all ain't even spinning on n- that's ain't even tuff
 Coulda been fiending to dump
 Had that p- boy bleeding that time of the month
 My shooters been on a hunt
 When we slide they ain't like Rick they like Forrest Gump (facts)
 I asked if you ready or not
 If I see an opp
 Don't think it's sweet 'cause you know it's baby bottle pop
 When it comes to these bars I'm really elite
 B- I'm the one who made it hot
 Like, look
 I was spinin' on any block
 I'm off the 'trone I said I don't do Ciroc
 From the east where they cook up
 But I be in the stop where the real n- milly rock
 And my shooter just hit me like good luck
 You know it get spooky up at the top
 'Cause that's when you see who hatin'
 They ain't gon' love you when you leave the block
 Like nah ma', always on go I don't care 'bout no stop signs
 Top five
 Uh, come to that drill and they know I'm top five
 When dead guys, uh, say a different thing wanna get his head fried
 Uh, you're a damn lie, you mention Brooklyn, you know I'm on top five
 Like, uh we really spinnin' for real Uh
 They makin' up drills where we really makin' movies for real
 Like, uh
 N- know don't cap
 Made it cool to jack what jack
 I'm E.B.K n- know all the facts like, top five
 Uh, dead or alive they know I'm top five
 You mention Brooklyn you know that I'm top five
 On the dead guys like
 He talking hot then he get his head fried you a damn lie
 Like, come to that drill and they know I'm top five
 These n- lie in the booth
 See me in person like who you gon' yell at
 You ain't no, shooter boy who you gon' tell that
 If get booked Marz know where the bell at
 I was 'round pack but no never sell that Uh
 Did a flip with some coke I told my 'migo to mail that, like
 Like, look

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Duration
03:14
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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