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waka flocka flame - way to the top lyrics

i grew up on the block
robbers be boys than cops
in and out our spots, try to run my block
stay down on my grind, can’t confiscate what i got
shine every chance i get whether you like it or not
i say the trap is hot and i ain’t getting money if it
ain’t hot
i say the trap is hot and i ain’t getting money if it
ain’t hot
i deserve everything i got, on my way to the top

young n-gg- grew up, born from jamaica, queens
no hoes, just anger and crack face
thugs out, young n-gg-, no skinny jeans
the goal was grind, get this money by any means
no in-betweens, never chose sides
down for my n-gg-s, you know i ride
this one for the county with the dough, son
i hear you pay dollar and your soul cry
no rebound from his dog when he down a road
off a ones 25 and he did it for
just to let you know, boy i got your books every month
but you go and be straight, that’s real sh-t

i said i stayed down strong, put my all in it
my grind showed off, many wanna call in it
acting like they helped, wrote a n-gg- raps and all
b-tch, i showed your little -ss how to ball
never turn my back on a n-gg- i call a friend
riding with you even if i know i won’t win
feel like joe the boss in this foggy i’ve been
rapping from the heart, i don’t even need a pen
flag on my pocket, shorty, that’s unity
hear these n-gg-s talking, boy, don’t look over me
ain’t sh-t you could do to me, tryina feed my family
f-ck all these jewelry, party go crazy, count me in

all this status have a n-gg- thinking different
put up in together, we gonna eat, pay attention
keep my n-gg-s off the kitchen, stop b-tching
people better listen, always paid attention and played
my position
rapping from the heart, never facing
daddy was a muslim, mama was a christian
lost one brother now i got three
laugh, i’m a real, real n-gg-, can’t take my breathe

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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