Top ft. AC3 Run It Up Lyrics

Ocho said get that bread, put that shit away

Pops told me got to save it for a rainy day

Put me at the top, I heard it's lonely

I be screaming many men, ain't got a lot of homies

Niggas scheming on me

I ain't tripping, I got one up on me

Boy ain't have to go to church, my niggas left him holy

Ocho said get that bread, put that shit away

Pops told me got to save it for a rainy day

Can't take no shorts, no losses, got this baby on the way

Hustling in my blood, boy I was born to be great

So if he flinch, I'm a blick, ain't gone hesitate

MLB cause when we slide, niggas never safe

Knock his ass off the park, he think we finna play

Got control of this shit, play it like 2K

In a dark room, chillin' like it's meditation

Bro keep popping Perky's like it's medication

Hottest youngin' Up The Way, ain't no conversation

Just go get a bag, don't know why these niggas hating

And I'm worried about this money, ain't no convos

I might go stash a couple racks up a condo

The fiends itching out here, looking for a combo

Know niggas passing out that rock, just like they Rondo

How the fuck you out here chasing money, but your mind broke

Me and AC3 was out there at that park, with basketball hopes

Never put no faces to them bodies, that's a John Doe

Had to change my point of view of shit, and let my mind grow

Uh, showed a lot of love, but I had to change that

Don't try to stab me in the back cause I get my payback

You get killed by my brother boy, cause we go way back

And I'm still posted Up The Way, cause that's where I get paid at

Glizzy said watch my back because these niggas snakes

You might catch me in the hood, I'm trying to score with Chase

Keep my pistol on me, case I gotta catch a case

We run these racks up everyday, we on a different pace

Put me at the top, I heard it's lonely

I be screaming many men, ain't got a lot of homies

Niggas scheming on me

I ain't tripping, I got one up on me

Boy ain't have to go to church, my niggas left him holy

Ocho said get that bread, put that shit away

Pops told me got to save it for a rainy day

Can't take no shorts, no losses, got this baby on the way

Hustling in my blood, boy I was born to be great

So if he flinch, I'm a blick, ain't gone hesitate

MLB cause when we slide, niggas never safe

Knock his ass off the park, he think we finna play

Got control of this shit, play it like 2K

In a dark room, chillin' like it's meditation

Bro keep popping Perky's like it's medication

Hottest youngin' Up The Way, ain't no conversation

Just go get a bag, don't know why these niggas hating