SD the Rapper - 2001

We on the top
No muthafucka stopping me, none
I just be rapping for fun, lil tommy look bad with a gun
We eating up subway for lunch, you know I be quick to the punch
My momma she raising been dealing with this shit since 2001
We on the top
No muthafucka stopping me, none
I just be rapping for fun, lil tommy look bad with a gun
We eating up subway for lunch, you know I be quick to the punch
My momma she raising been dealing with this shit since 2001

I know its been hard but the boy came ready
Put em on the back when the beat came heavy
Started getting fame, that shit aint setting
Show out in the south like 2 glove teddy
Bills in my pocket, blue slips
I couldn't give 2 shits
Letting shit out, loose lips
We aint messing with crew shit
I bring my team with me they dealt with the shit
And I made it don't say I aint made for this shit
I got my people they follow behind me on paths
That Im paving you hating lil bitch
Im risking my life and my ego, to make it to top with my heroes
Im going so hard in the stu, I aint feeling that thing
That I'm itching and aching to quit
What that mean though?
Even if it rains all day, it aint green though
My brother he told me the hustle don't matter if it means
That you aint getting to the green though
Or maybe he said a degree though, Im gonna get both of them regardless
They say to give all of my shit
But I'm being a scholar and also I'm being an artist, bitch

We on the top
No muthafucka stopping me, none
I just be rapping for fun, lil tommy look bad with a gun
We eating up subway for lunch, you know I be quick to the punch
My momma she raising been dealing with this shit since 2001
We on the top
No muthafucka stopping me, none
I just be rapping for fun, lil tommy look bad with a gun
We eating up subway for lunch, you know I be quick to the punch
My momma she raising been dealing with this shit since 2001

Big drip they copy
On sight like rocky
I got this money, cologne and Versace
I gotta pay my homie for the shawty
We in the coupe sitting body to body
Y'all getting mad that I body my hobby
Hand him some bleach if he tries to step up
Murder a rapper, spread peace like Im Gandhi
Lets run down
If you fucking up my status burning up the whole town
Oh you're a snitch, get him a stitch
Hand him a bible, thats how it goes down
Windex, how I clean the tracks
Nike on me when Im feeling stressed
Helps me focus when Im feeling dressed
Yellow shades you can never tread
Bitch I'm going beast-mode
King James shit when I'm fucking up the beat hoe
I'm treating my momma, thats word to Obama
Go to my shows, better get some good seats though
Put him in a coma, while I'm ahead bitch
I got talent so I flex it
Salutations to the next bitch
I'm a king amongst the peasants

Written by:
Spencer Dunn

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