Waka Flocka Flame - Way To The Top Lyrics
I grew up on the blockRobbers be boys than copsIn and out our spots, try to run my blockStay down on my grind, can't confiscate what I gotShine every chance I get whether you like it or notI say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hotI say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hotI deserve everything I got, on my way to the topYoung nigga grew up, born from Jamaica, QueensNo hoes, just anger and crack faceThugs out, young nigga, no skinny jeansThe goal was grind, get this money by any meansNo in-betweens, never chose sidesDown for my niggas, you know I rideThis one for the county with the dough, sonI hear you pay dollar and your soul cryNo rebound from his dog when he down a roadOff a ones 25 and he did it forJust to let you know, boy I got your books every monthBut you go and be straight, that's real shitI grew up on the blockRobbers be boys than copsIn and out our spots, try to run my blockStay down on my grind, can't confiscate what I gotShine every chance I get whether you like it or notI say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hotI say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hotI deserve everything I got, on my way to the topI said I stayed down strong, put my all in itMy grind showed off, many wanna call in itActing like they helped, wrote a nigga raps and all*****, I showed your little ass how to ballNever turn my back on a nigga I call a friendRiding with you even if I know I won't winFeel like Joe the Boss in this foggy I've beenRapping from the heart, I don't even need a penFlag on my pocket, shorty, that's unityHear these niggas talking, boy, don't look over meAin't shit you could do to me, tryina feed my family***** all these jewelry, party go crazy, count me inI grew up on the blockRobbers be boys than copsIn and out our spots, try to run my blockStay down on my grind, can't confiscate what I gotShine every chance I get whether you like it or notI say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hotI say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hotI deserve everything I got, on my way to the topAll this status have a nigga thinking differentPut up in together, we gonna eat, pay attentionKeep my niggas off the kitchen, stop *****ingPeople better listen, always paid attention and played my positionRapping from the heart, never facingDaddy was a Muslim, mama was a ChristianLost one brother now I got threeLaugh, I'm a real, real nigga, can't take my breatheI grew up on the blockRobbers be boys than copsIn and out our spots, try to run my blockStay down on my grind, can't confiscate what I gotShine every chance I get whether you like it or notI say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hotI say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hotI deserve everything I got, on my way to the top
