"Noillib Pot III" (Verse) The lights on the mics on time to get my write on Top Bill the icon got the game in my right palm Not a rapper sicker, nigga, that I'd bet my life on See me in the bigger picture centered where your eyes on Youngin' with his grind on the money's what my mind's on Chik-ching and bling-bling the sounds that keep me rhymin' Third times a charm Noillib Pot 3 the trilogy I'm seriously uppin' lyrically each time you're hearin' me No one here is real as me I'm so anti- the industry To make me sign to anything at gunpoint you'd be needing me I do this for my city, G, monroe, boy, I represent For niggas in them tenements and projects that I won't forget CMG 'til my death when I breathe my last breath Attach it to my casket so the maggots even know my rep The God is in the flesh listen as the beat's blessed The answer to your prayers if you're asking is the real left Competition's no threat so far in the lead Them little playas should leave and go and join the minor leagues Look, I enjoy the finer things white wine designer jeans All the green grinding brings makes up for the time it needs Through the pen I bleed hemophiliac rap To be the king and to succeed you gotta kill me for that I'm on my job never lax I put my all in these raps I grew up crawling for scratch now I wanna ball 'til I'm fat You haters callin' fall back you ain't stallin' up jack I'm still tearin' up tracks like hittin' hoodrats from the back What's the business? You talkin' dollars? Finish your sentence But if your next words are cents-less then the convo is senseless Not the nigga to mess I'm more the one to get checks with Beef with me'll get reckless instead be Top Bill invested Man, I'm widely respected on the verge to be legend 21 year old veteran still getting money no pensions Man, I'm constantly mentioned but I'm so un-celebrity Can't be Hollywood you could never Halle Berry me The game is lacking clarity to many clowns are burying Real niggas from carrying the torch that's flaming barely That type of shit is scaring me like the Human Centipede So many people eating shit couldn't watch if you're daring me CipherMusicGroup we're the truth that's for no dispute Shoutout N.O.T.Y. shoutout Will, Brad and Chris-Style too When I'm in the booth I'm standing livin' proof Anything you can do if your mind is on it glued I'm true like blue hue they're as real as a cartoon These rappers are more actors than a war movie platoon June after June I drop songs that are hits Hip-Hop's in this bitch and I ain't going pop like a zit I'm not gonna quit I'm grindin 'til the grind don't exist And hustle my mustle 'til the hustle regarded as myth My heart's in this shit pause I'm goin' hard as my dick I'm raw when I spit nasty like the jaws of a pit Bitch, I'm the underdog to come this far I had to claw Had to prove to mom and pa I'm not a failure after all Son, I didnt rhyme to ball or get the broads up out their draws In fact when I recall at the start of this they thought I'z flawed But I'm no going hard poppin' bottles livin large Young niggas in charge told you devils we're the gods Yeah... Tony Montana the world's ours American born but I adore all those foreign cars So I look toward the stars and think if someone's looking back Then they're about to see me stack cake from how I rape a track You haters face the facts Top Bill is eternal I toppled so many hurdles my words are forever worthful My game's tight like a girdle your disses are never hurtful 'Cause when you're from the bottom you see pain is never personal We all go through the struggle so to cry about it Is to show you'll never climb up out it and that you'll die around it This is all real I don't just write about it... Top Bill

"The Whole World's Mine" (Chorus) I got New York dreams and a L.A. state of mind Detroit hustle and a Atlanta grind Devil on my shoulder angel on the other side Putting thoughts in my mind they tell me all the time The whole world's mine the whole world's mine (Verse 1) Yeah hustling that is my business I ain't playin' 'round with these bitches Getting money got me on missions that got mama thinkin' I'm missin Man I'm in the game like Pippen and my only aim is winning This rap thang I'll be pimpin 'til I'm ballin - Piston From a small town but got big dreams LA and NYC I've fantasized about these things more than I dreamed about fe's Mama wouldn't even let me see MTV before I was a teen Maybe she knew that all those things would have some effect on me And she didn't want her son growin up wanting stuff that's a front Chasing bucks in a game that no one trusts Tried be a good parent but eventually gave up When my interest perked up I was gone star struck Now my mind is far from this small town where I'm stuck Each day here is bad luck I'm ready as fuck to pack up So anxious I act up only calm when writing songs Even then my mind is gone thinking 'bout California palms (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm from that dirt I'm from that mud I'm from that bottom from that gutta From that boot I'm from that ROE I'm from that pain I'm from the struggle All I wanna do is bubble and see the stars like the Hubble Telescope then tell my folks that they aint gotta sell this dope I give hope tell 'em, yo, that I'm nice or twice as dope As city folks quote unquote Proof is in the raps I wrote I'm not from the chi or close But I can hold my own, joe, And I'm not from the east coast But the snow aint cold as my flow Yeah... Real shit I'm talking it on top of it I'm walking it These other rappers aint raw as this I give my heart all of it Same Diff' be apart of this Brad and I on our artist shit We're giving ya'll the hardest hits Ever since Gangstarr split... Ha.. Ya'll thought I didn't... Know about them did ya'll You think down south all we listen to is dance songs Well to quote the late Biggie Smalls you're dead wrong I am hip hop and through me the legacy lives on (Chorus) (Verse 3) All my life I've been doubted now I'mma do somethin 'bout it I'mma make my home proud even if I leave the town Guaranteed I'll put it down and spread the wealth around No disrespect to my kinfolk but when I ride around Monroe I see one thing I do know I'm too big for this one hole A shark stuck in a fishbowl a dog you're feeding wishbones I'm too old and too grown to be only locally known I sell records and go stone fucked up that's happenin 'Cause how I'm rappin, son, I should be platinum Conceited maybe? Nah, I'm just effin crazy That's how this town has made me I feel boxed in daily Only thing that'd save me was all these songs I was making It gave me hope for somethin' greater without praying This shit I'm not faking it''s real to me I feel incomplete I'm doing things lyrically I'm just in the wrong scenery I know someone is feelin' me if your are Let me know you're hearin' me I'm just one man in this world tryna make history (Chorus)

"So Weak" (Verse 1) I sweep her off her feet like I broomed her to a seat She gets in heat when I'm on stage rapping to these beats She love the slang I speak and how my dreads are so unique And how B R A D chops SWV She reps CMG I call her Billionaire girl She put 'em on now so are all of her homegirls She fuck with Same Difference she wears Noillib Pot Ask her her favorite lyrics she'll be quoting Top (Knocks me right off of my feet) That's what she tell 'em when they ask her the question Why you play him every second and you own all his records My girls keep reppin' for that I respect 'em These aren't rap I'm penning I'm love letter sending To all of them especially you Don't have to drop gem but you know who Yeah she loving crew the feeling is mutual She supports what I do and it's beautiful She (Knocks me right off of my feet (Chorus) Other rappers in game but to her they're all lame Ain't sayin' no names but they're (So Weak) She want that real thang gets that from what I brang I hear her complain these dudes (So Weak) I'm doing my thang staying in my lane So I never hear her say that I'm (So Weak) I'm staying in my lane doing my own thang So she can't say that I'm (So Weak) (Knocks me right off of my feet) (Verse 2) I sweep her off her feet everytime a song complete She hashtags CMG after every tweet Her last one said these other bitches can't compete With us Billionaire Girls ain't that right TOP? Occassionally they flirt and throw a little pass at me But I'm too cool a cat to ever fuck fans of me It's all fun and games like we're playing tag or freeze It's 'bout good music that's all they ask of me (Knocks me right off of my feet) That's what I give 'em ain't in this game to dick 'em I'll smoke and chill with 'em but I ain't in it for women My motives way different so I get a high percentage Of beautiful ladies goin Billion crazy Get messages daily Top have my baby And it don't even phase I'm out to get paid, G Some chicks wanna run up 'cause they're looking for a come up But my fans know what's up I ain't lookin for a fast nut (Knocks me right off of my feet) (Chorus) (Verse 3) This for my homegirls who 'bout gettin' money And listen to young niggas who do rap about something Ya'll always hold me down when I come around If you were dudes you'd get pounds but when I see you I'm hugging All of you are stunning even the ones who ugly I love people who love me skinny, fat, thick, or chubby I know ya'll wanna rub me, touch me, or fuck me But I'm married to the game to that I'm hubby I'm sorry (Knocks me right off of my feet) To all you rappers you should follow my lead Instead of thinking every female wants to swallow your seed Look, a groupie is a groupie you'll know when you see But Lucy ain't a fluzie if she just wants a signed CD Keep it G real niggas don't sweat every fe If you got game for real then just let her breathe If it's meant to be then she'll cling to the D If not that you got a fan who'll always pay currency For real (Knocks me right off of my feet) (Chorus)

"Ladies Love Lyricists" (Chorus) Every time that we rhyme we be killin' it What you say though? (The ladies ain't feelin' it) Come on, man, what you talkin' is ridiculous You don't know, bruh, ladies love lyricists (Verse 1) (Top Billion) She can only take so much Waka Flocka Before eventually she wants a real mic rocka Who said being too smart with it might stop her From liking my raps, dude, get your mind proper I'm the modern day Cool J for the new wave rap game No Kangol I pull hoes when the dreads hang I got bars I ain't talkin' only raps So many numbers in my contacts think it's barcodes, jack Scan that Girls wanna dance I'll admit that But when I get a round of applause she'll make that ass clap And that's from a track where I ain't dumb it down In fact the other way around I smarten up panties down I get around like 2pac but it's Top Me against the world but your girl's my mascot Chicks dig it when you're not an idiot I'm serious Ask Beyonce, dawg, ladies love lyricists Yeah (Chorus) 2x (Verse 2) (Chris-Style) Your boo's into Boose while mine's into Lupe Well, I'm trying to say that I got a cool babe That finds what a dude say to be more important Than how much a dude make (That's fine, nigga, touche) While yours into crime out here tryin' to move ya Mine blowin' my mind rhymin' to new 'Ye Kick game mean patent leather on the new Js Another two days ma rockin' the cool grays Your shorty on that Lil' Ru grindin' her booty My lady in the ill du she buyin' that new Jay When me and my boo thang kickin' it like Lu Kang Vibin' to Nas or we listenin' to Wu-Tang Ooo, mane, maybe we are mates because we relate To true school rap, boom bap, and the beat breaks For Pete's sake your babe may be into Thugnificents But if you ask wifey, ladies love lyricists Ha Ha! (Chorus) (Verse 3) (N.O.T.Y.) What a psycho any minute she'll lick the mic slow No tight flow? I guess that's just how the dice roll My block's cold but my spot is gettin' hot From this chick on my dick sayin' spit one off the top I'll make your girl lean and rock when I hit the spot And make her do the Yung Joc when she ride my cock Ha ha! Them R&B tracks that's irrelevant Forget a slow jam we go ham to Dead Presidents And every girl know my name in your residence They got their pen and their paper hope to schedule in Attend a 30 minute on how to win And when they end they hit the net and go start a fuckin' trend Pound sign Young N.O.T.Y. been better than Your 2 Chainz, Gucci Mane-s, and Kevin Federline-s Ha! And you can spit fast and furious But, baby, no love from the guhs if not a lyricist Yeah (Chorus) 2x

"Sky High" (Verse 1) And this one for my niggas with them college degrees And this one for them boys who're up in debt to their knees And this one for the chicks who hit the pole and they strip And this one for the babies that they feed with their tips And this one for the rapper tryna get in the game And this one for their fan out their spreadin' their name And this one for the macks, the pimps, and the hustlers This one for the cluckers all the loyal customers This one for that person aimin' for that promotion And this one for that nigga workin' way after closin' And this one for the ambitious gettin' to the money And this is for the dedicated out their rain or sunny And this is for my partners who ain't out in the club Unless goin' out will multiply their bank sum And this is for the DJs who show Top love Now like you're on a rollercoaster put your hands up (Chorus) And this one's for ya'll Everybody on they job, nigga This one's for ya'll Everybody goin' hard, nigga Money getters in the building tonight! Put your hands to the ceiling sky high! This one's for ya'll Everybody on they job, nigga This one's for ya'll Everybody goin' hard, nigga Hustlers in the building tonight! Put your hands to the ceiling sky high! (Verse 2) And this one for my niggas who are dead and gone And this one for their memory so they'll live on And this is for the folks in the every day struggle This is for the ones who learned to get it off the muscle And this for everybody who got bills to pay And this for every slave to minimum wage And this is for the single mothers raisin' they kids This for dads doin' bids from gettin' it how the live And this is for the ballers poppin' bottles in LIV Real big spenders in the club doin' it big And this is for my niggas outta town takin' trips Comin' back with them bricks makin' stacks off a flip And this for the employee who don't take days And this is for the boss who really paid that cost And this is for the journalists who show Top love Now like you're on a rollercoaster throw your hands up (Chorus) (Verse 3) And last but not least this one's for my fans And last but not least this one's for my mans And last but not least this one's for my riders Who hold down Top as a person and a writer And this one for the soldiers in the streets - survivors This for all aspiring singers and writers Everybody goin' hard everybody on they job Can the beat pause? Here's a toast to the Gods This for everybody in life with a mission Even a blind man can still have a vision This for everybody who buys this album and listens You have a lot of options but chose Same Difference I'm humbled you picked it really I am So this one's for you when I'm sippin' on champ' And this for those who rockin' with me ya'll are my fam Now I shouldn't have to say this but throw up your hands (Chorus)

"Life is Crazy" (Verse 1) I don't over think just speak to the beat I don't take long getting songs complete 'Cause life's too short literally in a blink This all could cease and I'm permanently sleep 21 but feel like an OG 'cause the road I've walked put sores on my feet But Ion't complain I do my thang stayin' in my lane at a steady speed The fast lane's where you crash, mane, ask anyone who gangbang It's the same thang we're tryna maintain but some try to do it the insane way They know it's jail or in the grave but wave that away and chase the pay What can they say they're against the odds Life's crazy you gotta take care of moms Some die to get their money long Others born with green like they're birthed on lawns Who am I to say what's wrong? Why can't ya get ya hustle on? Yo' bitch chose to suck me off but is it right to let her come along? Niggas know that my game is strong 'Cause their girlfriends know all of my songs Like the bathroom light she keeps 'em on You hatin'... Life is crazy, huh (Chorus) You know the saying Life is Crazy It's amazing but it's true This game we're playing we try to stay in Long as we can 'til we're through Some try praying some try saying That they can guide themselves through But the truth is life'll be crazy no matter what you do Life is crazy life is crazy life is crazy life is crazy (Verse 2) The world is so cruel you only need to know one rule Don't want folk steppin' on your toes then watch where you put your shoes Life's cold but be cool shit gets deeper than a pool But to Frank if you're in the Ocean better know how to Swim Good I kick game like I should imparting knowledge to the hood Life's crazy I could die tomorrow knock on wood But I ain't the one for the superstitions To the old wives tales I never listen Like a player I stay in position prepared for the worst but the best I'm wishin' Mind only focused on my mission of livin' up to my name Top Billion So that's why I'm killin' any beat I'm given Life's crazy no one expects their children to grow and be musicians Now here you have Same Difference two guys from different conditions Comin' together to make some hits and probably couple millions No kiddin' (Chorus) (Verse 3) A rollercoast life's up and downs a wild ride that flings you around You'll be in the air then the ground then back in the air at the speed of sound Trust I've been on this ride awhile I've been broke and then rich Then re-broke and re-rich and during the trial I still smile That's how you live long, nigga, get your grind on But all that stress doin' you harm find some time to be calm Smoke ya trees, drink something, fuck ya skeez, whatever, B Just do your thing be at ease life's crazy enough without worrying You can fret yourself to death without even making The Reaper sweat That's not what I suggest I'm 'bout checks and livin' fresh Fuck the rest I'll never rest 'til I'm the best no contest Life's crazy who'd expect that nerdy kid to get model neck if it was my guess I'd say yes But you would say that's craziness, huh (Chorus)

"Still a Soldier" (Chorus) I'm still cocked and loaded still usin' Trojans Protected by any method that's what the game told me I'mma still be a soldier, still be a soldier I'mma still be a soldier 'til the day I roll over (Verse 1) I'mma still be a winner still be that nigga Still be a hustler in the summer 'til it's winter I'mma still be a grinder still be a rhymer Even if I'm an old-timer with Alzheimers I'll still remember all my niggas forever So when I get a lil' cheddar then all their lives'll be better I'mma still love the game like the first day I met her I'mma still treat these raps like I write love letters I'mma still call my mama when I'm out on them tours Probably be my first date when I hit the awards Only thing I still won't be is damn sure poor Proof then'll be the mansion and four door Porsche (Chorus) (Verse 2) And to that bitch ass nigga that tried to jack my equipment You should pray every minute that you're life ain't finished Me and pops rode to the studio with a quickness When the alarm was triggered we showed up with the biscuit We were ready to shoot we were ready to squeeze We were ready to pop off on you and your team Know how much to me it'd mean just to see you bleed Thank G O D cops beat us to the scene Ugh pussy ass crook heard the alarm and got shook Ain't as tough as you look if that's all that it took I wish them cracka faggot judges throw your black ass the book And them sweet Bloods in prison treat your booty like puss And you're prolly on the southside doubtin' that I'm 'bout mine Try to steal my bitch again though that's a flat line (Interlude) (Chorus) (Verse 3) How could you do me that, dawg, you were apart of the squad I shoulda knew all along 'cause you were actin' so odd You were talkin' down on niggas that you knew from the start And I'mma day 2 cat so shit couldn't been hard Shoulda put 2 together 'cause now that I remember You've been jackin' forever I just wasn't on the agenda Guess I endeavored on tryna make you a better Person but serpents won't change I'm learnin' For certain you'll never succeed bitin' the hand that feeds Instead of fuckin' with me You coulda had everything if you were down with the team But to you being loyal isn't fly, cool, or clean So what's real then? Stealin' from you real men? Niggas that fed you when you were lookin' for a meal then? Huh? A real friend for you he woulda killed when you told 'em Though you hardly know 'em Why? 'Cause he a soldier (Chorus)

"Baby, I Miss You" (Verse 1) Girl, let me fess up, baby, I know I messed up It wasn't a trick or set up that lead up to where you're fed up With me and all my troubles and our drama as a couple We love harder than tone muscle and harder when we tussle Our love is contagious are fights are outrageous We'd die for each other yet tried to kill us on occasion My whole mate my soulmate exceeding expectations Don't want you as my old mate forgive me's what I'm sayin' I' yearning for your touch to see you is a must A simple kiss would be enough to lift me up from depression Meeting you a blessin' keepin' you got me stressin' Love's a battlefield and affection's the only weapon (Chorus) Baby, I miss you (I Do) Baby, I miss you (I Do) Every moment we're split up A new part in my heart rips up Baby, I miss you (I Do) Baby, I miss you (I Do) I can't go on without you My body yearns to be 'round you Baby, I miss you (For real) Baby, I miss you (For real) I know I made my mistakes When I stepped way outta place Baby, I miss you (For real) Baby, I miss you (For real) But give me a chance To prove that I'm a good man (verse 2) Let me pause I know I'm flawed but is that a cause to be uninvolved? I've done it all as a far as wrong but through it all I ain't been a dog I treated you like royalty showed you love and loyalty You meant more to me than anything I own mortally You're the love of my life I want to make you my wife And if that wish isn't right then being wrong is aight I miss sleeping at night and then not holding you tight I miss the texts that you'd type I even miss all the fights Baby, please return I have learned what's hard earned can be overturned I don't want our love lost and burned that makes my stomach churn We can straight this out - perm - Our foundation stands firm I miss you more as the world turns I miss you more as the world turns (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm losin' focus it's hopeless I know this I'm copin' 'Cause we ain't spoken since we've been broken And you ignore when I'm phonin' I see you Rollin' and growin' you got new options open I guess I shouldn't let emotions be postponin' those motions Ugh but just for closin' reference, baby, please don't forget this Heart that I invested and the moments that we cherished I'm so embarassed being careless will now make us perish But in all fairness to happiness you should be an heiress You're loved by my parents so there's a home for you In case you're ever rollin' through the city and you need a room I won't even speak to you or be near you Nothing I need from you I just want to know that somewhere safe is keeping you My heart will bleed for you I miss you that much I don't even have to be the dude but you should be loved By someone who respects you and the furthest from neglects you And understands that you're special forever I'm a miss you (Chorus)

"Windows Down" (Chorus) I'm just ridin' through the town with my windows down Lil' wine in my cup not givin' a fuck Got my music up loud whenever I come 'round And when I see the ladies out I ask 'em what's up 'Cause I'm livin' it up yeah I'm livin' it up A lil' wine in my cup not givin' a fuck 'Cause I'm livin it up yeah I'm livin' it up I'm just ridin' 'round town not givin' a fuck (Verse 1) Yeah, sippin' while I'm rollin' a steering wheel what I'm holdin' A foreign whip I'm controllin' the emblem glowin' Windows down how I'm showin' you would think I'm posin' Come down how I'm blowin' that's good smokin' Yeah, the wind is in my dreadlocks the music make my head knock Stones in my wrist would make you think I came from Bedrock Feelin' like a star sittin' big in my car pourin' swigs out the jar Carlo Rossi wine, par Got the music loud and my settings are perfect Hear me all through the town like a gossipping person How I'm sippin' while I'm whippin', boy, I'm not gon' be swervin' I'll be pulled over not sober and cops'll be searchin' I'm certain I'm the flyest nigga you'll ever see in an SUV The color tree leaf green Cruisin' through the city like it was a slow-mo scene Of a Hype Williams video on yo' TV (Chorus) (Verse 2) Full tank clean oil new subs I'm too spoiled I'll make a hater health in danger how I make his blood boil My paint shine like tin foil it's summer and I'm wired off Malibu and Molly Like a wire that's been coiled Ugh I'm feelin' like a billion bucks in these seats so plush With one foot on the clutch I see honeys movin' while I'm cruisin' ladies what's up At 10:02 let's rendezvous at this house party cut Ok, see you there, and I skate off player Recline back in the chair and put one in the air I'm not HBK but it's a good ass day I'm livin' like it's vacay all my worries away See I would if I could just permanently stay In my driver seat ridin' sweet through these Monroe streets But everything good must end but even then tell 'em, friend I'll be at it again (Chorus) (Verse 3) Ugh yeah I'm a lil' tipsy but that ain't stopping me Whipping something spiffy through the city My lovely passenger lady is looking really pretty I pull up on your side and make your dime look shitty I hustle like I'm Nipsey and it shows in the car If I was lazy then maybe I'd be in hoopties with ya'll But naw I fuckin' ball see me stuntin' as a crawl In somethin' you can't afford knockin' pictures off the wall Ugh damn rhymes paid off I got more free time for me time than men laid off These car seats so soft I turn on and take off In a spaceship lookin' like an afronaut Well, in my fantasies... 'cause, nigga, actually I'm whippin' something that was passed to me by my family But does that have to mean any that matters? When I push my Xterra I stunt like any these rappers (Chorus)

"CMG Lifestyle" (Chorus) Uh-huh you know what it is right now It's more than music it's a CMG Lifestyle We in the building and the game on lockdown The last thing to do is take it to the top now (Verse 1) (Top Billion) This is the business ya'll about to witness The game about to change from these two young niggas This CMG shit I don't spit it, bitch, I live it That's why the streets feel it 'cause we kick the shit authentic (N.O.T.Y.) Sheee, Top B, I'm with it this lifestyle I live it Picture me rollin' with homies while smokin' somethin' vivid My niggas say N.O.T.Y. get it I did it with ease These letters define my life G O D and CMG (Top Billion) That be the team young black rap kings On the scene salute the new regime You say you runnin' things and gettin' green Ha! Nigga, please We got the game sewed like the seams on your jeans (N.O.T.Y.) You niggas ain't what you seem like hoes on a one-man team We reign supreme when green is the motive between Lame niggas in skinny jeans with they half baked schemes Get smacked back to The Pack in they history, haha! (Chorus) (Bridge) Now hol' up (Now hol' up) Now roll up (Now post up) Now hol' up (Now hol' up) Now roll up (Now post up) Now hol' up (Now hol' up) Now roll up (Now post up) Now hol' up (Now hol' up) Now roll up (Now post up) (Verse 2) (Top Billion) Yeah first it was the sweaters next'll be the tours After that the stores then we'll win the awards The new generation is kickin' down the door Tell them ol' heads we want war (N.O.T.Y.) Ugh and while the world's ending In your disk player we'll still be spinnin Screamin' out lyrics while the Lord takes you to New Beginnings I'm hinting that the end is getting near Not by the number of the year but our words that strike fear My peers they're like yeah Young N.O.T.Y. you a fool I tell 'em to play it cool it's a CMG attitude (Top Billion) It's more than shit we rap to it's somethin' that we have to do From sunup to the afternoon Ben Frank we're after you It's how we dress, how we flex, how we rep That makes you never have to guess when my clique is on the set (N.O.T.Y.) Yeah don't you forget (Top Billion) N.O.T.Y., let me keep on killin' em Drillin' 'em put the steel to 'em So they know we the realest in (Chorus) (Bridge) (Verse 3) (N.O.T.Y.) My cipher only dislikes the shady niggas and shiestas Overthrow ya or Ike ya I'm the meaning of righteous We the symbol of tightness hate it love it or like it Bite it write it or type it but you cannot fight this Feeling of a team of niggas that's killin' it Willin' it to start to peelin' at rappers who lost the thrill And I'm chillin' at the same time with the same dime My aim is never lame, slime, can you aim prime? (Top Billion) You know my aim is always steady just tell me when you are ready And I'm clutching something heavy to a jacka that is deadly The weapon's for protection of this lifestyle that I'm reppin' And I'll pop it in a second you can put that on the record I'm reppin' to the fullest for my team that's on my life I'll take a knife or a bullet without thinking 'bout it twice The grind is my life if you're something like my type Then we C-alike, B-alike, so we're A-alike, right? (Chorus)

"Trouble" (Bridge) Somebody said I said somebody said Somebody said (Chorus) 2x I said somebody's in trouble I said somebody's in trouble On the grind all the time tryna make my money double If a nigga fuck around I'mma have to bust his bubble Somebody's in trouble Somebody's in trouble On the grind all the time tryna make my money double If a nigga fuck around I'mma have to bust his bubble (Verse 1) I'm loved by so many and hated on by plenty And I'm barely up in my twenties Just imagine when I get my Bentley These niggas pray for my downfall like a rainman when a drought's on That's why I'm never seen 'round ya'll like rectangles or octagons Must be mad that Top is on where they are I moved way beyond Now they say they wanna take me on but can't box with God they got baby arms How you gonna bring crazy harm to a nigga with enough guns to daily bomb You're Fredo to me you can't play The Don I'm platinum, bitch, you're made of bronze Bad bitch on my side like Jay-z arm pull up on your chick your lady's gone Blowin' that purp it ain't maybe strong I run the game like I'm playing Tron Wanna stop my grind, bitch, you out ya mind Must be the kind lookin' forward to dyin' that's fine 'cause I'm firin' pow (Chorus) (Verse 2) If you baller blockin it's on and poppin' You're shit I'm rockin 'til you're heart is stoppin' What they say about Top? I'm the hardest droppin And I got zero tolerance for hustler knockin' The industry want a nigga blackballed critics wanna change my swag, dawg These hoes tryna take my aim off but I'mma still kill shit like Adolph When ya doin' good they want you in the hood When you doin' bad they got love for your craft When you do better they come with barettas To take all ya cheddar and put holes in ya ass But I'm too fast won't catch me slippin' I stay in the lab tracks I'm rippin' The stu- is my trap raps I'm pitchin every album a bird I'm steady flippin' Gettin money the mission, wo, to you jackas tryna kick my do' Got big black dog and bigger .44 leave somethin' in you size of black hole Nigga, I'm 'bout it wanna find out come be around this Never been a lame, boy, you can't clown this You're in trouble if you ever talk down, bitch (Chorus) (Verse 3) What come get me if you really got it in you to hit me But one thing is guaranteed if I'mma go you comin' with me If anybody want me touched I'mma bust the 9 on tuck that you can trust I don't give a fuck I'm buckin you up when aimin' to dump these slugs in ya gut Yup, why mess with me? Like sidewalks I'm stayin' out the streets But like a word with a silent G that part of me they want to see Well, nigga, this ain't show and tell go to hell I got flows to sell Got dope raps like 'dro for sale pure weight no scale Hater tryna drag on my coattails gettin' fame up off my name But I'm in the game like hotels ya'll come and go I still remain Real nigga I'll never change bust ya head ya play with my change Instead of tryna derail my train why 'ont u do the same and stay in ya lane (Chorus)

"Dear Lord" (Chorus) I'm tryna see a better day They tell me God'll lead the way I tell 'em that I don't pray He don't wanna hear what I'll say I'm tryna see a better day They tell me God'll lead the way I tell 'em that I don't pray 'Cause he don't wanna hear what I'll say (Verse 1) Dear Lord so many suffer no bread or butter No roof or cover no mothers for comfort Funerals for brothers olders and youngers Sisters get smothered by quote unquote lovers Bullets riddle houses where babies slumber Slept on the couches now they're 6 under Why we don't believe in you do you need to wonder? These killers are seeds of you yet they live longer The innocent on deathrow, sick kids, with strep throat The hungry no home abandoned no phone The sad and alone ones you should care for You ain't there for 'em it ain't fair for 'em You're above and show no love They that plead that you'll come and to them you're numb The screams from slums fall on deaf eardrums That's why we doubt you're real where I'm from (Chorus) (Verse 2) Dear Lord so many hungry so many need money So many waiting on your son's promised re-coming So many churches costing millions constructing So many people in pews of them with nothing So many wars so many gun stores So many poor folk chalked on floors So many whores and pimps galore Each days there's more girls selling it, Lord Do you even care do you see that we're there Do you prepare the bombs bursting in air Why you let them devils give Troy Davis the chair Why you give cops medals for shooting the scared Why demand that we do it but don't answer our prayers Why live by a book full of secrets and layers That's why so many niggas even doubt that you're here And I haven't believed in your ass in years (Chorus) (Verse 3) Dear Lord you're nonexistent nothing you're mythic You're really just a remnant from when we were ignorant The pain that we live with shows so specific We're alone here and no savior'll visit So many young niggas I know atheistic We see what the preachers preach unrealistic My rounds too smart for that shit it's simplistic It's only us here anything else forget it It's up to us to get it in this hole where we're pigeoned Only man alone can change his conditions Goals that I know is stack cake to the ceiling And stay in control and outta them devils prisons I'm tryna see a better day They tell me God'll lead the way I tell 'em that I don't pray He don't wanna hear what I'll say (Chorus)

"I'mma Walk Away" (Verse 1) Man, I feel like that there's things in my life That I know just aint right and my mama would not like Instead of living in the light I'm in the dark like it's night Instead of coups and jet flights it's hoopties and riding bikes But at the bottom like my nikes hard to imagine another life When trying to live each day's a fight you never know when shit could strike At any time they could ring my line and bust my bubble: nothing's fine My mommas dying, my girl is lying, or there's a tumor inside of Simon But what I'm realizing that's no excuse truth is I gotta show and prove Get off my ass and make somethin' move I got work to do Procrastinatin' sittin' waitin' ain't helpin' my occupation My hustle game needs changing being lazy ain't helpin' pay me (Chorus) This life I'm living's too insane I'm one foot in and out the grave 6 feet ten toes in the game Can't go on living this way I don't hear doubt that's people say I know that I can make a change I'mma walk away walk away walk away walk away (Verse 2) They're all doubtin' that I'll give up the swishers and liquors Chasers and mixers parties and strippers All the things that I'm into they know me for 'Cause they didn't know me before I bought cheap champagne at the convenience store So they can't see ya boy doin' nothin' more Than drinking my health out of my self Spending my wealth buyin' bottles off the shelf Naw can't imagine anything else 'Cause that's all I've shown for myself Time to make that impression melt I'm turnin my life around no Christ was found I saw the God in myself yep (Chorus) (Interlude) (Verse 3) I'm puttin down all the clownin' round It's time to grind up from the ground I'm careful about who I surround Myself with even who I pound My moment's now from here on out Only I can fill me with doubt And I'm thinking things like I'mma king Just one piece missin' is the crown Not saying I won't sip the brown Not saying I won't hit the blunt Not saying I won't hit the town And I'm not saying that I won't get drunk I just know enough's enough gotta earn the right to live it up If I wanna party can't hustle hardly gotta do it big like LRG My OGs taught get it in if you wanna win If you must leave some fam and friends then the means justify the ends There's only so much time to spend 'til death can't do nothin' then So I'mma stray from wasting days in other words I'mma walk away (Chorus)

"Why I Do What I Do" (Verse 1) You really have no clue about why I do what I do About why I move how I move let me fill you in with some news What you know 'bout going to school and gettin' picked on for your shoes 'Cause the gear you rock ain't new and you're talkin' proper too So you stand out from those around ya walk down the hall then they clown ya When the hoes chat it's not about ya 'cause they don't find shit hot about ya Those things still bother me I know they shouldn't possibly But it's probably boxed in me in my head that's what I'mma always be That's why I cop these kicks and lock my hair in these twists And spend chips on fits I'm tryna make up for bein' dissed And all the years that I missed in school, kid, bein' a cool kid You may think it's stupid but that's why I do this (Chorus) You really have no clue about why I do what I do About why i move how i move And the things that I've been through You really have no clue about why I do what I do About why I move how I move And the things that I've been through Until I tell it to you Until I tell it to you You really have no clue about why I do what I do (Verse 2) Mixtape after mixtape you niggas say give it a break I drop music like everyday some ya'll say step away But I keep doin' me anyway I remember the early days When writin' poems on a page and the fucked things that ya'll say Top you're not an artist. Wanna rap? Who got you started? Even my parents made me embarassed threw my books in the garbage No one around believed in me what I wanted to be they didn't see in me That's why I grind vehemently releasing shit repeatedly Keep in tune writing raps from noon to noon Dropping albums from June to June working like I'll be dying soon So that's why I do what I do songs of mine are just how I prove Music's my avenue and all your doubts couldn't block my moves What it do (Chorus) (Verse 3) Now that should answer all you're questions on why I'm so unrelenting Every day I go and get it on my grind no suspension Gave the hustle my full attention so I expect some big rewards 'Til a Grammy's in my collection I'll keep truckin' call me Ford Every night I'm working toward that once chance one glance At greatness like Jordan scorin' that game point from his hands Label give me that advance I'll stretch it like a wristband Anything I can withstand I came from crumbs to bricks, fam I'm built for this competition, ha! they sweet as licorice I kill this shit with Charles Manson viciousness Ain't a rapper out that's real as this I work on my craft with diligence I define what persistance is and all the real niggas is feelin' this Don't forget (Chorus)