dyme-a-duzin - top floor 2 lyrics
(montage!)
(chris ro$e gon’ be the reason we gon’ blow, boom!)
(hook)
i can’t ride no waves, nah
they can’t ignore
try to avoid us
but my kind can’t die, no way
i try to politic, got to acknowledge
when your vibe don’t feel the same
they just some p+wnstars in rented foreigns
they sellin’ stolen sauce they can’t afford it
thought y’all was all stars
thought you was ballin’
i can’t call it
(verse 1: dyme+a+duzin)
i grew up with fiends and alcoholics
break the chains and move the family forward
grandpa played the leagues and h+lla sports
nevеr made it far enough to make a fortunе
(sheesh)
guess the ball is in my court
can’t be jesus, sweeping, scrubbing toilets (nah)
visions bigger, dreams way too abnormal
mission for that chicken, can’t abort it
i’m on the top floor
in the kitchen with tony
i feel like a mob boss (ha)
(verse 2: bo live)
ha, i’m on the top floor
top floor
i dip with the cheese, sorry but it’s not yours (not yours)
might ‘oot up the scene, don’t be talkin’ macho (macho)
keep ‘ooters with me wherever i go
counter clockwise on my wrist and a [__]
they just let that cop walk free
get that man on a go+pro (k!lled that man)
(hook)
i can’t ride no waves, nah
they can’t ignore
try to avoid us
but my kind can’t die, no way
i try to politic, got to acknowledge
when your vibe don’t feel the same
they just some p+wnstars in rented foreigns
they sellin’ stolen sauce they can’t afford it
thought y’all was all stars
thought you was ballin’
i can’t call it
(sheesh)
(bridge: dyme+a+duzin)
i grew up with fiends
i grew up with
i grew with fiends
i grew up with
(interlude: dyme+a+duzin)
facts, n+gga
i grew up with mad fiends
fiends for the money, fiends for the p+ssy, fiends for the power
we was in the projects, n+gga
sh+t, my auntie just asked me for an 8th for thanksgiving
ha, but we still ate fresh tho
you feel me?
grandpa was straight off the football team, the baseball team
all the hoes
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(you’re a g+nius, mcfly)
yeah, yeah, yeah
(sheesh)
(verse 3: dyme+a+duzin)
i grew up around a lot of fiends
record dirty, cup dirty, kicks clean
rich junkie in some thousand dollar jeans
grandfather always told me that i could do+
anything when you confident
anything when you know that you poppin’
the haters claiming that i’m a optimist
underground but i’m staying on top of sh+t
wait
i grew around a lot of f—
record dirty, cup dirty, kicks—
been that n+gga since my teens
twitter, mysp+ce, imeem
bbc, bape, ice cream
see the vision clear i—
might’ve seen me in a few scenes
wu+tang, getting my cream
get the ghost face like—
ghost face looking like scream
i could never fold on my dreams
never back down, hide or cop pleas
quit with all the goat talk please
rip the old big 3
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