Ralph Rose - Off The Top

Yo glizz what up?
Yo tris what up?
Alis what up?
Yo quetz what up?
Straight off the top, I need 30 mill
And still go walk the block all like what up
Project baby ain't no Kodak, but we still gon' duck the law
Don't start flexing like you got it, all that cappin' get you stuck
Trynna come up with my city, OG told me man good luck
I ain't playing bout my city, if I'm up man then we up
Heard them snakes up in the grass, so all them fakes gon' get cut up
Honestly, I just be chillin', if you want then call my bluff
I'll be up fillin' my cup, still counting up can't get enough
Heard them niggas try to talk me down
I keep wildin, press fast forward, oh they love me now
Been by myself for so damn long
But yet they know me how
I been tied down for so long so bitch don't hold me down
That's why I walk like this
Talk like that
Bitch don't grab no birken
We don't care about no kitty cat
And I've always been a boss type shit
Boss like that
This shit ain't no pressure, all my life I been up under that
But fuck it I'm rollin'
And fuck them critics I'm growing
No herb, but the G got me going
Aint a little bit of effort, I'm flowing
With a lil bit of effort, I'm showing
I'm too good for em, I'm boasting
Please don't cross the line when I been true to this
I came up fresher than your favorite flexer like they new to this
Chasin' cheddar like my name was Chester, I need all them chips
Body bag, but there's no body, nobody I'd beef it with
Nonchalant, I lost expression when I was at my lowest shift
I bring that pressure like a chronic stresser, my life need a lift
Straight off the top, I need 30 mill
And still go walk the block all like what up
Project baby ain't no Kodak, but we still gon' duck the law
Don't start flexing like you got it, all that cappin' get you stuck
Trynna come up with my city, OG told me man good luck
I ain't playing bout my city, if I'm up man then we up
Heard them snakes up in the grass, so all them fakes gon' get cut up
Honestly, I just be chillin', if you want then call my bluff
I'll be up fillin' my cup, still counting up can't get enough
Left, Right, Left
I know people looking for a way to leech right? Yup
But I ain't budgin', I still hit 'em with a hook right there
And ain't it funny how they trynna say wassup now? Yeah
Straight off the top, I need 30 mill
To give straight to the block all like what up
Project baby ain't no Kodak, but we still gon' duck the law
Don't start flexing like you got it, all that cappin' get you stuck
Trynna come up with my city
Man good luck
I ain't playing 'bout my city, if I'm up man then we up
Heard them snakes up in the grass, so all them fakes gon' get cut up
Honestly, I just be chillin', if you want then call my bluff
I'll be up fillin' my cup, still counting up can't get enough

Written by:
Ralph Foxworth

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