Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top Tier, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song Lucky 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down, Showoff
Song language: English
Top Tier |
I’m top ten, your torn up-top from the top tier |
Tat his iPhone, the animal Ock I box bears |
Got those quotes to Glock-pop folks |
Two times in the head and laugh, that’s the knock-knock joke |
Shots fly, I nail ya |
One eye open scopin I’m Popeye da Sailor |
Listen, used to get hungry off of the stress plate |
Used to get money off a cassette tape |
The best ain’t made great |
The Grodfather large armor logical, I’m on point chronological |
I don’t rock boots with spikes, nigga |
Don’t watch roots with white niggas |
Bullets bop biggots away when the eight’s spitting |
Blow this shit out of proportion, the race in racism |
A degree for my declaration |
When saying Sean P say the P with exclamation |
Motherfucker |
Let me tell you 'bout this story of a young’n |
Raised in a ghetto that he was brung in |
Round the drinkin' and druggin' |
Had to box it out in backyards |
So I put my Nike Airs on |
And dug in the dirt and I started sluggin' |
I lost some, I won some, but I fought them all |
Trying not to be another name upon the wall |
Lots of murals that’s been painted in memory of |
But I’m still here so before I’m gone gimme the love |
Imma take my flowers now when I can still smell 'em |
Then roll up the strongest trees and inhale em |
The world is getting worse everyday I try to tell em |
As long as you keep buying the lies then they gon' sell 'em |
Y’all niggas is mad and they tired, ready to act out |
You can’t keep killing them and not expect them to black out |
You locked the front doors on 'em and they take the backround |
All your shit will leave your face with the shit smacked out |
I’m praying but I’m saying that I’m spraying cause I am if I have to |
Salute the niggas laying on the land like a statue |
If I say I’m staying where I stand, Imma vanish |
If I say I’m out, I’m playing with the menace |
That’s like V for Vendetta, no mask and no cape |
You wouldn’t understand the Ghost without a mask on your face |
Shoulda really feel somthing, if they blast in your face |
If you playing in the jungle feel the wrath of those apes |
But I’m positive and negative, ignorant and conscience too |
Listen to the angels, but I watch what the monsters do |
You addicted niggas sponsor you |
Tell you have another one, watch that shit conquer you |
Even the wise do foolish shit |
Even the cop kill a kid that go to school and shit |
Believe it or not, stand still and you can move with it |
Open your eyes and I ain’t even got to prove this shit |
Oh my god |
How I humble myself |
As I bow to your throne |
I pray for love, peace and happiness |
To be present in my home |
Yes, I do |
And let your heart… |