Saw me at the top and then you gotta go low
With the flows,
How them bitches want the blow
I don't know
And i made it to the top
Started bottom
I had nothing, from the basement
With the mic, sace beretta, yeah we did it
Make it to the top, how these niggas wanna know
All those times i'm writing,
Now i'm getting all the glow
All the shine, all the bread that i make
All the vibes i create
All the rhymes that i make
I'm designing my fate
How they see me with they face
Now they wanna call me fake
Running with them bitches got my life in a lake
Ion understand what they tryna tell my soul
All i really know is that i gotta go
Saw you and i told you
I cant f*ck with these niggas
Only when i needa know
Understand my life, how they trading on my soul, just
Understand my life, how they trading on my soul, just aye
Yeah
Yeah
Saw me at the top and you gotta go low
Statues in my life
I guess they all want more
Minds to the time
Better days with the goals
Rather grind and to shine
Than to be with all these hoes
Take the time
Take the time
Make the time
Made it work
Put it in for the rhymes
Man i do this for the time
For the time i ain't had shit
Take me from the top and i'll make it all back quick