Jamal J. - Top Floor

Yo
Huh
Tell em
Yo
Mal
Huh
Sharper than samurais swords
These mental blades is cutting through flesh and bone
I enter the gates of Babylon where the oppressed remain strong
Gen deuce with a forty malt like O-Dogg
They call me a menace but you liable for the loss
Hollow tips and switches will get you gone
Used to be penny pinching
My mama been poor
Every week was a half a hundo when I left the door
I was sleeping up in the storage room
We ain't had no carpet
Crash on the couch or the hardwood
Blowing smoke through the screen
This green got a fine pull
From the money trees
Spend it on weed
Top floor where we cop views
Pop corks during full course
Pulling cards robbing foreigners
Taking wallets and passports
I raid the game like i'm Hip Hop's task force
I'm well aware that you ain't ask for it
But here I am
Remove the rubber-bands
Counting the Benjamins
If I get indicted i'm getting high during my sentencing
So I pray to the sky and hope the Lord let me get paid for all of these sentences
I'll pay for all my sins in due time
I got money on my mind
This petal ain't going to push itself
I got no excuses but to grind
Trapping out my mama's house
All that residue was left behind
Mal

Written by:
Jamal Jaffa

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