paroles de chanson Top - Alvin G

Life tryna get the best of me
I'm cooking in the studio
Stirring up a recipe
To get bread in abundance
Like sesame
Me and one wish
Vs the rest of you n*****
Like Ray J and Bobby V
I'm tethering
Connected to a source
Pure as Medellin
Is this your king
How them demons act
When they taunting me
The difference is when I black
I am him
They are fraudulent
Pull out the stick
Flashlight like Parliment
Shooting for the stars
Drake Kendrick J.Cole
Fuck it all of them
Dylan I spit hot fire
Bring the squadron in
I get homesick
When I leave the booth
I mean I get so Blue
I need an IV
Bring the Carter's in
Life's a B
Look like it's me myself and again
I lost my brother JB
Ima have to be my own best friend
Can't kick it with you boys
You not cut from the same cloak I'm in
Picture Sean Carter
Rocking Sean John
That's goofy as Shawn and Marlon
Weighing bags
Ima will me a bank like Carlton
But let me get back
To what I'm speaking on
Life is a cold bitch
Chili how I'm creeping on
Sitting on side of the road
With my blinkers on
Thinking I Work too damn hard
Not to reap the benefits
Before the reaper come
Highway to heaven
Like why the fuck
I got my seatbelt on
Bitch I'd rather fly out the window
Before I endure more pain and suffering
And never fly high like Jim Jones
He balling
I'm bawling
That's B A W L
They say to C R A W L
Before you propel
But fuck that shit I'm taking off
Like Quavo and his cousin off
Life is such a bitch
But she my bitch
So Ima break her off
Gotta get my foot up in the door
To take the hinges off
Once I get my hands off in the jar Ima take it all
Take this mustard seed of faith
And plant it in the soil
I'm from the family tree of God
You know how the apple fall
I'm the one
That's here to usher you
You don't have to call
If I'm here then God near
No need to reach for an arm
No weapons formed
As long as we adhere
We can weather any storm
I treat my L's like 3 W's
And keep calm
Gotta shorty head on my p low
Not the one you sleep on
And that ain't have
Shit to do with this
But a dream without reality is dead So sleep on

But let me get back
To what I'm speaking on
Life is a cold bitch
Chili how I'm creeping on
And alotta n*****
Dont wanna see me at the top
They'd rather see me flop
They'd rather see me drop
They'd rather see me
They'd wanna see me
They'd rather see me
But I won't fold
Ya know that's how it goes
At the bottom
When you climbing to the top