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don trip – top floor freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah
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[verse]
top floor of the condo, i’m starin’ at the city
my life is like art, i’m livin’ out my lyrics
visions explicit, my taste is exquisite
all i spit is dope ’cause i used to deal it
the streets is what raised me, it took a whole village
you never seen me smile, i need you to take me serious
’cause i ain’t never jokin’, point blank, period
say i ain’t never jokin’, if i said it, then i meant it
shawty, i’m vintage, it ain’t a n+gga like me
i like my guns quiet and i like my women feisty
i know you like me, so what, b+tch? bite me
i’m kickin’ down the door ’cause y’all n+ggas ain’t invite me
honey, i’m home, i took a seat on the throne where i belong
the journey was awful long, i’m goin’ at it alone
i got it, whoever want it, i’ll turn ’em into a donor
i put my work in the street, my cubicle was a corner
my brother was in a coma, i couldn’t do sh+t to save him
i had to sit back and watch as the reaper came back to take him
i wish, i wish he made it to witness how far i made it
cake every day, we don’t need a special occasion
i’m still gassin’ up, my ego done got inflated
’cause you ain’t never read my name on no affidavit
still, i move like i’m under investigation
all the carats i done gave to my lady, no vegetation
sorry, you ask me too many questions, i get evasive
dr. don trip and you n+ggas testin’ my patience
keep tryin’, you not fazin’ ’em, hardbody, vibranium
shootin’ like i aimed at a hoop in a gymnasium
real still recognize real and you an alien
the skeletons inside my closet could fill a stadium
i’m still shinin’ on n+ggas, i feel radiant
you not who you are in your rhymes, you a plagarist
ballin’ in this b+tch, i’m the favorite for a daily pic
i just had a dream that i was broke and that sh+t made me sick
here’s what the tub told the toilet, on some player sh+t
you might get more ass than me, but i don’t take no sh+t
steady mobbin’ with the carbon, got a laser kit
money on your head, i pulled out more hits than taylor swift
pistols flashin’, lights, camera, action
got my ears ringin’, i might need an aspirin
my wife a spoiled brat, she wanna take a trip to aspen
just so she can take a bunch of selfies in the cabin
i remember vividly when we ain’t really have it
food stamps were low, we had to stretch it out and ration
a couple m’s up and still not comfortable relaxin’
maybe that’s a concept that i ain’t truly grasp yet
i was movin’ pounds before they called ’em hashtags
feelin’ like lito with the trash bags, long live pif

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