TOP G Lyrics

You can never stop me

Yeah I'm all in my bag got me feeling like Top G

Drip check too saucy

Got a brand new whip and it came with no car keys

Told the bitch stop talkin'

Had to kick her out the crib

Cause the shit's exhausting

Told them all keep watchin

Boutta kick down the door ain't doing all that knocking

You can never harm me

Triple seven on my arm I got demons all around me

Move the whip through traffic, I'm flossin

Two seats pulled off in a fast ting

Fugees, I'm killin' them softly

All black, track fit like coffee

No time for chit-chat, no talkin

Cut straight to business when I walk in

You can never stop me

Yeah I'm all in my bag got me feeling like Top G

Drip check too saucy

Got a brand new whip and it came with no car keys

Told the bitch stop talkin'

Had to kick her out the crib

Cause the shit's exhausting

Told em' all keep watchin

Boutta kick down the door ain't doing all that knocking

What is real will prosper

Yeah my life is a book and I feel like the author

And my bro called me up and he said don't give up

Cause we're almost there, don't falter

So I gotta stay solid

So I gotta stay hard and put my heart in the process

Only focus on profit

Yeah I see them all around me talkin' bout nonsense

I'm awake yeah I'm conscious

Passin' racks to the mandem, look bruv count this

Got no time for the soft shit

This life too real we'll die behind progress

We ain't carryin' crosses

We up the stick and leave mandem topless

Make em' run like a faucet

No we're never gonna quit, gotta stick to the process

You can never stop me

Yeah I'm all in my bag got me feeling like Top G

Drip check too saucy

Got a brand new whip and it came with no car keys

Told the bitch stop talkin'

Had to kick her out the crib

Cause the shit's exhausting

Told them all keep watchin

Boutta kick down the door ain't doing all that knocking

You thought I was feeling you? No

You motherfuckers ain't listenin

They wanna crucify us

Comin' for our neck like motherfuckin' guillotines

How the fuck you gonna lock me

You cannot even prove that I'm guilty

How the fuck you gonna stop me

When I'm in the real world I'm doin' the real tings