To the Top (feat. Dj Shotz)

Yeah, I think it's just, what I'm going through the tough times I've been going through
What ends up making us
Yeah, it's the kind of shit that ends up making us
The ones that come out, to be better people in life, and survive, and get to live it up
In my case, I'm just trying to make it to the top
Let's go

I just got off the phone with my Ma Dukes, told her that I loved her
And she asked me how I've been doing
Had to change the subject, cause being truthful, leads me to lying
And coming up with all these new excuses
I've been sniffing and giggling, writing riddles and minglin' with bitches
That's doin' all this illegal business
But I'm just wit' em', chillin' and bullshittin' in that motel
But came for one reason, to scoop my main bitch
And she never don't ever get me off or nothin'
Believe it or not, still got me coming back more than often
All started wit' Mar, currently doing time on the block
He was on his grind and I relied on his product too much
He welcomed me to his trap
Let me stay as long as I wanted and I would practice rap
He would make suggestions, or sometimes he would join in
I'm just feeling blessed with a gift, but at the same time, I feel poisoned

I guess I'm afraid that you make me
I guess I don't think that I'll make it
And I don't see myself being without you
Still makin' my way to the top

I guess I'm afraid that you make me
I guess I don't think that I'll make it
And I don't see myself being without you
Still makin' my way to the top

Now I'm pickin' up from his women he was pimpin'
I'm would get my fixins in
Everyone comin' thru that bitch was sinnin'
Bad habits, I knew I would have to break them soon
I was lookin' bad like Jesse Pinkman
Bacon soda, and spoons, switchin' rooms
Cocaine filled balloons, and war wounds
Wit' the narcans, and over dose's, and dope heads
Cop vans patrollin' criminals, and narco's that I'm with and my mans
Keep sayin' not yet, we'll leave soon, now I'm pissed
I regret bringin' along some good friends
Cos' if they end up in the same loop that I am
God damn, how could I live on with myself
I can't, it's my fault, can't trust the process when there ain't one
Full of nonsense I am, ain't no signs of progress in me
Pretending that I'm positive, I'm not, thinkin' I'll be famous
Man I sound so far fetched

I guess I'm afraid that you make me
I guess I don't think that I'll make it
And I don't see myself being without you
Still makin' my way to the top

I guess I'm afraid that you make me
I guess I don't think that I'll make it
And I don't see myself being without you
Still makin' my way to the top