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8aint jame8 – zenith lyrics

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[hook]
heading to the top top top
mind on the hunnids, my mind on my money yea (yeah)
i’m heading to the top top top
moving and we shakin, no time for celebrating yea (yeah)
heading to the top top top
moving and we shakin, no time for celebrating yea (yeah)
heading to the top top top
my mind on the hunnids, my mind on my

[verse 1]
i keep my eye on the prize, success, and the riches (yes)
got my woman by my side so f-ck all you b-tches (f-ck em)
but my ride or die does tells me get sucked by these b-tches
tell these girls i taste like chocolate i’m f-ckin delicious (ha!)
no need to look up in the mirror to see ima beast (beast)
cause i don’t fear nothin except god and police
k!llin people who look like me everyday in the streets
good reason to say f-ck it i gotta go eat
i gotta grind, i gotta go eat
i’ve seen alot of this world thru these gabbana lenses (saint)
music, liquor, and kush affectin all my senses (saint)
its so normal for people to hate and be pretentious
sayin they the sh-t but can’t follow where the stench is
frontin for the gram with they false believers (don’t believe you n-gga)
swearin that they sick when all i see is fevers (just a fever n-gga)
hova takeover fusion dance with ether
and its never gonna stop (nah)

[hook]
heading to the top top top
mind on the hunnids, my mind on my money yea (yeah)
i’m heading to the top top top
moving and we shakin, no time for celebrating yea (yeah)
heading to the top top top
moving and we shakin, no time for celebrating yea (yeah)
heading to the top top top
my mind on the hunnids, my mind on my money yea (yeah)
i’m heading to the top top top

[verse 2]
lord make the hatin and the petty stop
‘burb n-gga with hood respect up on any block
see lookin so ill and fly
make ya girl lose sight of you cause i’m sick to her eye, call it fetty wap
although i see the haters, act like they don’t exist (uh)
cause they opinions like oj’s glove, that sh-t don’t fit (uh)
but all that salt u threw towards me has me perfectly seasoned
to shut down every kitchen and stop you n-ggas from eatin
lawd, food runs after smokin a doobie (yeah)
at banana king, choripapa and drinkin smoothies (yeah)
then right back to it like i ain’t miss a hiccup
movin n-ggas from the top, make em fall off like bishop
this is a stick up (yes)
that i’ve planned since the days of watchin missy timbaland
talkin bout how the rain they can’t stand
but now it’s my window, yea i’m climbing thru it’s necessary
put the game in missionary

[hook]
heading to the top top top
mind on the hunnids, my mind on my money yea (yeah)
i’m heading to the top top top
moving and we shakin, no time for celebrating yea (yeah)
heading to the top top top
moving and we shakin, no time for celebrating yea (yeah)
heading to the top top top
my mind on the hunnids, my mind on my money yea (yeah)
i’m heading to the top top top
[outro]
we at it again my n-ggas, we at it again
heading to the top top top
lord we at it again my n-ggas, we at it again
i’m heading to the top top top
we at it again my n-ggas (yeah)
saint
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