To the Top ft. Dj Shotz Lyrics

Yeah, I think it's just, what I'm going through the tough times I've been going through

What ends up making us

Yeah, it's the kind of shit that ends up making us

The ones that come out, to be better people in life, and survive, and get to live it up

In my case, I'm just trying to make it to the top

Let's go

I just got off the phone with my Ma Dukes, told her that I loved her

And she asked me how I've been doing

Had to change the subject, cause being truthful, leads me to lying

And coming up with all these new excuses

I've been sniffing and giggling, writing riddles and minglin' with bitches

That's doin' all this illegal business

But I'm just wit' em', chillin' and bullshittin' in that motel

But came for one reason, to scoop my main bitch

And she never don't ever get me off or nothin'

Believe it or not, still got me coming back more than often

All started wit' Mar, currently doing time on the block

He was on his grind and I relied on his product too much

He welcomed me to his trap

Let me stay as long as I wanted and I would practice rap

He would make suggestions, or sometimes he would join in

I'm just feeling blessed with a gift, but at the same time, I feel poisoned

I guess I'm afraid that you make me

I guess I don't think that I'll make it

And I don't see myself being without you

Still makin' my way to the top

I guess I'm afraid that you make me

I guess I don't think that I'll make it

And I don't see myself being without you

Still makin' my way to the top

Now I'm pickin' up from his women he was pimpin'

I'm would get my fixins in

Everyone comin' thru that bitch was sinnin'

Bad habits, I knew I would have to break them soon

I was lookin' bad like Jesse Pinkman

Bacon soda, and spoons, switchin' rooms

Cocaine filled balloons, and war wounds

Wit' the narcans, and over dose's, and dope heads

Cop vans patrollin' criminals, and narco's that I'm with and my mans

Keep sayin' not yet, we'll leave soon, now I'm pissed

I regret bringin' along some good friends

Cos' if they end up in the same loop that I am

God damn, how could I live on with myself

I can't, it's my fault, can't trust the process when there ain't one

Full of nonsense I am, ain't no signs of progress in me

Pretending that I'm positive, I'm not, thinkin' I'll be famous

Man I sound so far fetched

I guess I'm afraid that you make me

I guess I don't think that I'll make it

And I don't see myself being without you

Still makin' my way to the top

I guess I'm afraid that you make me

I guess I don't think that I'll make it

And I don't see myself being without you

Still makin' my way to the top