To The Top Lyrics

Hol' up, what y'all sayin'? Hol' up, hol' up

Tryna' continue this vibe, tryna' continue this feelin'

This is somethin' I cannot describe, flyin' higher the ceilin'

We be kickin' it, flippin' it, rippin' it, sippin' it

Trippin' it, spittin' it, whippin' it, stop

Grabbin' it, jabbin' it, stabbin' it, fathom it

Goin' straight up to the top

I'm in love with this vibe on my mom

Droppin' these bombs like it's Pakistan

Got all the ladies screamin' "A&C"

Call 'em my babies, dreamin's payin' me

Been writin' rhymes, this ain't new to me

All of this music it is true to me

Rippin' and spewin', spittin's who I be

'Imma keep rappin' 'till 8 to the 3

Got all my money stacked up to the sky

I may not rap about mac's or get high

But guaranteed that I outrap these others

Just give me a minute to bring up my numbers

I always brought raps and they never slack

Know that i'm bringin' home stack after stack

Killin' up jacks and earnin' these plaques

I promise you 'imma live up to these raps, yeah

Tryna' continue this vibe, tryna' continue this feelin'

This is somethin' I cannot describe, flyin' higher the ceilin'

We be kickin' it, flippin' it, rippin' it, sippin' it

Trippin' it, spittin' it, whippin' it, stop

Grabbin' it, jabbin' it, stabbin' it, fathom it

Goin' straight up to the top

Rhymes they be comin' one after another

Gotta say "Thanks" to my dad and my mother

Gotta play pranks and chat on my brother

Got so much money I made a new number

Only accept the flowers and acolades

Spent hours rappin' and microphone damaging

Baggin' these rappers with styrofoam packaging

That's probably why all these rappers been panicking

Been a perfectionist since the name came out

No time for pessimist's, that ain't the way out

Always abusin' the microphone, stay out the way

Or i'm clippin' up y'all, that ain't a doubt

No time for jobs, lord knows I ain't waitin'

I'm not a salesmen, life I ain't wastin'

I been on top of the game, no debatin'

That's probably why all of y'all punks always hatin', I said

Tryna' continue this vibe, tryna' continue this feelin'

This is somethin' I cannot describe, flyin' higher the ceilin'

We be kickin' it, flippin' it, rippin' it, sippin' it

Trippin' it, spittin' it, whippin' it, stop

Grabbin' it, jabbin' it, stabbin' it, fathom it

Goin' straight up to the top

Punks always hated me, now they ask "What up?"

Beats always boomin' like "Bum da da buh da"

I don't find chaos to be a huge issue

That's why i'm still here and y'all discontinued

Finally realising what's important

Makin' this money, gettin' reinforcement

Think about what i just said for a minute

Now think about if there's actually a limit

'Cause I think there isn't, don't think it's distant

I think that it's utterly non-existent

Think about that for a minute, think about that for a minute

'Cause listen, the rhymes that I write have a message

The fact that like 90% percent's the percentage

That read all the people that think its not possible

While the other 10 is being responsible

Don't think it's possible, think that it's probable

Think that the pain is only a brief obstacle

It's made so that it can make you stagger

So you can fall, or you can get back up, aye

Tryna' continue this vibe, tryna' continue this feelin'

This is somethin' I cannot describe, flyin' higher the ceilin'

We be kickin' it, flippin' it, rippin' it, sippin' it

Trippin' it, spittin' it, whippin' it, stop

Grabbin' it, jabbin' it, stabbin' it, fathom it

Goin' straight up to the top

Tryna' continue this vibe, tryna' continue this feelin'

This is somethin' I cannot describe, flyin' higher the ceilin'

We be kickin' it, flippin' it, rippin' it, sippin' it

Trippin' it, spittin' it, whippin' it, stop

Grabbin' it, jabbin' it, stabbin' it, fathom it

Goin' straight up to the top