paroles de chanson Topic - Dante Higgins , George Young

Been waitin a long time for a vibe like this
Alot of ya'll been doin it but not like this
Been away a while let me talk my shit
Been stayin out the way to fix my pockets
And they'll do anything to be the Topic
Oh ya'll niggas need to stop it
Yea ya'll need to stop it now

Aye Listen
I know they like damn, nigga bout time
Been four years or is the drought at five?
Streets is thirsty like a fountain line
I was brain storming with a cloudy mind
Great sport, i didn't pout or whine
Took my L's, for every bout of mine
Always rose to my feet by the count of nine
What it was?
Blue hats, orange stars
Hoops, slabs, foreign cars
Move tabs, pouring bar
Screw, Pat, mourn the stars
I heard the storys overtold, really ain't been told enough
Stros parade, was next to Bregman, i really rode trophy truck
I done did beats for Grammy winners
Mobbed thru Big T with Dallas niggas
Home of swisha sweets and candy fenders
Trunk beating knockin down ya grannies pictures
Touch a Mill (Meal) and make family dinners
Make sure them kids don't have bad Decembers
Time we end all these trash traditions
G back in business and he actin different
Whats happenin niggas?

Been waitin a long time for a vibe like this
Alot of ya'll been doin it but not like this
Been away a while let me talk my shit
Been stayin out the way to fix my pockets
And they'll do anything to be the Topic
Oh ya'll niggas need to stop it
Yea ya'll need to stop it now

Yea you feel the vibes?
God LVL, nigga we in the skies, mask up, no, we in disguise
Gotta hold you niggas feet to the fire
I don't like you niggas speakin on mine, I see the signs
UnderGravity, we be them guys, that keep it on em, nigga keep that in mind
Street Fighter with the combos, car smellin like a pinecomb
I can drive this bitch with my eyes closed
Don't believe me, go and get a blindfold
I don't pay attention to you John Doe's
I could never trust a man who wearing a belt that's covered in rhinestones
I'm a Bad Boy like I'm Sean Combs
I'll do anything to get a profit
Trump will do anything to be a Nazi
You'll do anything to be the topic
I'll do anything to be the Top Pick
That's number one, 03 draft, that's baby Bron
Icon, Will and Jada's son, this black suit ain't for James Bond, nah
Most niggas won't understand til im at they neck with this contraband
Hood nigga, keep a gun in hand, bout to let it sing like a Country band
Accent like a country man, I'm from down south that's the country man
Ya'll niggas don't want it man, it's been a while but we comin man
Hit the runnin man

Been waitin a long time for a vibe like this
Alot of ya'll been doin it but not like this
Been away a while let me talk my shit
Been stayin out the way to fix my pockets
And they'll do anything to be the Topic
Oh ya'll niggas need to stop it
Yea ya'll need to stop it now

Too many souls that were pure and honest
Lost their lives in ways that'll turn your stomach
Too many talents that had early promise
Never got from life what they deserved from it
Too many niggas that be splurgin, stuntin
Wantin shit for free when the earnings plummet
Swear the world buggin
Keep you 2 9's, flipped off safety like Earl Thomas
Or its curtains cousin
The voter's choice with the golden voice
Lowest points made my coldest joints
Nothing noble bout not being global
Yea a nigga wanna trophy hoist
And Roll a Royce, now you know she moist
But yo them toys ain't the motive boy
Just reachin people tryna cope with voids
Like long as this shit here is dope to Roy
And fans that treat em like freedom songs
Aint trippin even if you sing em wrong
I'm turning over every single stone
Even one's that the sheep have thrown
Recording 4 in the morn, quarter zone in a cone
Like how they write niggas off, when the wrong niggas on, Im gone