To the Top

Verse:
Hip-hop never died you mistook it for rap
Tellin’ all these white lies plant the seed in the back
Of your mind every time you hear that radio track
It’s hardly an imitation, dismissin’ the past
Commission on blast if you robbin’ all the people in the public
That pass on your name like the government
They turn to you when they hear that catchy new hit
Represent the underground, damn but the kids
Blow you up bigger than a poster
Put you on their walls and read all your lyrics yessir
Wanna be the best yet, gotta find the pay dirt
I do it for the love and because I’m a competitor
Mister wanna be the splinter
Under your skin, hit you harder than the surface
Purpose, nervous before I chose this
I was writing poetry without attention
In detention only suspended once
This dude thought he was all tough where I’m from
We wear blue-collars and back up our words
Go ‘head and place the wager or put your foot in your mouth, even worse
Meet me at the concert
Outside in the cold nah here’s a ticket I’ll never sell out
And if I get bigger, like a Superstar
I’m a kick it with my girl not with groupies in a car
If only it were soon enough for me to make a livin’
I got my girl worried about a future marriage

Chorus:
Fired from my job
Duckin’ all the cops cuz I got a lotta greens
The lyrics don’t stop and you know my pen bleeds
I’m a light it till it drop all the way for you and me, baby

Stuck between jobs
Chillin’ on the block cuz I got a lotta greens
The lyrics don’t stop and you know my pen bleeds
I’m a take it to the top all the way for you and me, family

Verse:
I’m a be the guy, Tom Brady precise
Loves what he does for a living in the public eye
No alibis, I got nothing to hide
But even if I did I won’t keep it all inside
All I need is paper with or without lines
Doesn’t even matter cuz I don’t fit the stereotype
Neither black nor white but I love both sides
Everybody’s tryna tan to get brown like me
Deep-fried in the summertime
You would think its winter cuz I be hibernating most of the time
Toast to the grind, I’ll channel surf for you folks in the meantime
Tick tock, hands turn faster than a race car
Fans cheer louder before the bandwagon starts
To fill to capacity, if you felt the synergy of a show you don’t ever wanna leave
I was chosen to rep you when no one gave a shit
How you live but I do, this is what I give,
Perspective from the crowd view, appreciation to the Stan’s that follow you
Keep track of your moves even grow with you

Chorus:
Fired from my job
Duckin’ all the cops cuz I got a lotta greens
The lyrics don’t stop and you know my pen bleeds
I’m a light it till it drop all the way for you and me, baby

Stuck between jobs
Chillin’ on the block cuz I got a lotta greens
The lyrics don’t stop and you know my pen bleeds
I’m a take it to the top all the way for you and me, family