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the godfather - to the top lyrics

[intro]
turn me up in the headphones
you know we charged the f+ck up, n+gga

[verse 1]
pop a pill and get activated
educated by the streets, let’s see how far we take it
the millions always on my mind, my only desination (it is)
only thing i fear is god, i’ll k!ll satan, you feel me?
don’t want me rappin’ ’bout no k!llings, but that’s all a n+gga know
lost my brother to this streets sh+t, eat up a n+gga soul
still thinkin’ ’bout the times we walked to the corner store
as long as my kids love me, don’t give a f+ck if you don’t
listen, this for all the real n+ggas that ain’t gone that’s in jail (man)
i know you in a better place, my n+gga, we livin’ through h+ll (real)
just talked to bro, hе told me he want pictures through thе mail
everybody ain’t your mans, these n+ggas hidin’ they tails (man)
i can’t believe these n+ggas rats
i told ej push up on me, came with switchy in the scat
lil’ bro hear the general, control them n+ggas in the back
get a drop, we gon’ k!ll his ass exactly where he at (right there)

[chorus]
i’m headin’ to the top, the means on the way
these n+ggas tryna plot, these n+ggas in the way
i got me a stash spot, i know i’m gon’ be great
when i get on, gon’ put the whole hood on, we all straight (n+gga)
i’m headin’ to the top, the means on the way
these n+ggas tryna plot, these n+ggas in the way
i got me a stash spot, i know i’m gon’ be great
when i get on, gon’ put the whole hood on, we all straight (n+gga)
[verse 2]
can you walk inside my shoes?
late night, you tryna put a n+gga body on the news
got the chills when i shot my first glock 22
like jordan said, n+gga, i went from the block to the booth (like ye ye)
like we doin’ magic, put him in a box, make him poof
hit the ceiling off the coupe, now i’m shootin’ out the roof (boom)
get him up, hit the soup, hit him up like he two
here, mama, i ain’t do it, closed casket, wasn’t no viewing (wasn’t no viewing)
i only talk about the real sh+t
get caught, i seal lips
paid the lawyer all slips
stop thinkin’ ’bout the wrong sh+t, n+gga, you a known b+tch
i’ve been on my own sh+t, f+ckin’ up the whole six (right there)

- the godfather lyrics

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