She like my crew, and the way I talk
& the way I walk, she like my whip
& the way I park, & the way I floss
I'm from the bottom, my n***as they know I got em
No holds I promote the sky high lyrics, boy you know my squad real
Burnin like the summer field, yet so fresh
Run n***a, save yo check
N***a check my quota, below no foe, so opposed to encode broke joke posers
They spite me cuz my top mean, sprite I got that lime green
Front row I'm at every game, swagga oh so spike lee
Sometimes I want the good times, rappin cuz I can
No rappin cuz I understand, the top is where my shuttle land
The bottom's where my stomach bled, hunger's what I must forget
S-settle to no fuckin man, hot I got that oven plan
Shut it down, summer jam. New york city's own
The future the chromosomes, molecular metronome
Indebited majestic tones, chromatics revamp the throne
Damn, how they gon rock when we got that RAM
How they gon cop when we got them bands
How they drop when we got that Jam
Paper chasers, get ya engine runnin we gon get it goin
My team at this paper like they left the windows open
Radio we hot, 9-7, put that shit together thats a hot 16
N***as goin ham & we got that cheese
They said cash rules, gotta stack that cream
You don't feel me though, I know u dont hear me so
Watch me as I amp it up, Underworld we vamp it up
4th Quarter gon tear it up, R.I.P we in the cut
How u like that metaphor designed up in that punchline
Takin 6 flows & I spit it all at one time
Greatness lurks, medieval shit, we about to take this curse
Morph into some sacred shit, smarten up & take a pic
Capture this pivotal shit, before u miss this fatal tip, To The Top