Lyrics Lonely At The Top - Berner, Rod Wave

Lonely At The Top

On and off the plane in the United States
Running off the road, everyday’s a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you’re walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it’s better than the bottom
Told me to get 'em, I got 'em, no worry, I got 'em
Two hours of sleep before this six-hour journey
Sent a prayer for my pops, I hope the man up top heard me
Went from coke in my derby to a little under 30
Meal after taxes, I’m liquid, you’re still thirsty
Crabs in a bucket, my bag is the toughest
Everything original except the stash of my cutlass
Old school cars just a way to wash money
Trust, some most friends lost from me
They stab you in the back and then they ask for a favor
31 flavors and a new food saving
Fucking shark in the water, I move like a killer whale
You ever had a quarter ticket lost in a meal?
Billion dollar place but the streets still call me
How you stay low-key spotlight like God
You bought a crib for the work that got me into real estate
I’m smoking 'til my lungs hurt, I’m trying not to feel the pain
The underground legend, you can add it 15
Rappers running out of cake, I have weighted 16
That means the dubs smell funny
There’s mold from the hoes dug
Fuck a plaque, all I wanted was a whole one
Me and Coz' run circles 'round parks
I changed the game three times, I brought the purple shit back
I’ma name my own hologram
I’m tryna live forever, not being underground
Yay area, this one’s for the city, from the score to BK
Young king stay busy, fuck a brown bag
It feel good to have a black card
I’m sick of digging hoes in my backyard
On and off the plane in the United States
Running off the road, everyday’s a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you’re walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it’s better than the bottom
Told me to get 'em, I got 'em, no worry, I got 'em
Six joint got my vision all blurry
This one is for the two-faced snakes that I see
They look in my eyes, then turn around and burn me
Money ain’t — when you living in a hurry
Welcome to the rat race, king of the flat rate
The overnight blaze probably paid for the Batcave
I lost a hundred grand, didn’t care, yeah, I’m that paid
To get a little clout when they come around and act strange
We touched meals and forgot how the love feel
You tryna wife her up, I made that bitch a drug meal
I pump feel, real gasoline
I dropped a hundred off, and kept the others in the BM
I’m glad to be, sitting where I’m sitting
Gas on my -, but they all act vision
I bounce back like I’m fresh out of prison
Another meal cash, I’m in my backyard digging
On and off the plane in the United States
Running off the road, everyday’s a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you’re walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it’s better than the bottom
Told me to get 'em, I got 'em, no worry, I got 'em
And this one’s for the suckers
You know we hold on to grudges
I’m balling, falling in your way over budget (brr)
Right when you think I forgot
That’s why I was sitting back
Ready to plot, your boy got shot