"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