Kin Rich - Top Tier

Ya boy is top tier
Stop please
Nigga just watch me
Baby gurl came to the crib and when she left doctor said now she a knock knee
I got a stick and I got ice all around me it look like its hockey
I'm bouta grub like 10 o'clock at the bodega
I stay wit a chopped cheese

Tie your laces
We ride spaceships around here
Got no fear
We no got no heart so we don't drop tears
Don't play wit my money like Riri said we taking no hostage
We don't miss shots like Simmons my nigga but trust me we trust in the process

Hah

Got a spanish chick she taste like gortata
Deck down in the Gucci wear last week ugh she said bag Prada
Had her drippin' so I had to stab her in the kitten no Luka Magonotta
Down for anything, bad father
Daddy issues
I don't care cuz E-40 told us never save em yeah
Cross me then you know its a wrap like a turbans
Yeah I keep clip for the niggas most deserving
Couldn't find himself but now he soul searchin'
I'm wavy and i'm always shinning silver surfer
Okay!

Ya boy is top tier
Stop please
Nigga just watch me
Baby gurl came to the crib and when she left doctor said now she a knock knee
I got a stick and I got ice all around me it look like its hockey
I'm bouta grub like 10 o'clock at the bodega
I stay wit a chopped cheese

I'm eating rappers like Eren Jager
Keep an eye open like its the raiders
Logo i'm loco my flow potatoes
I'm drink champ like Noreaga
Y'all niggas sleeping I kill cicadas
Turn up the speaker wake up the neighbors
Im in my bag like Dora
I got the keys like Sora
I need a dime like Jorja
Stay on my mind like Georgia
I need to flash you broke
Beam in the woods like toke
I need a Jordan Woods to make me feel good
I'm Kodak i'm driving the boat
Yeah i'm a ram cuz everyone thinks they the goat
I know your girl by her throat
Exit left playing she told me these niggas is dope
I said them these niggas is dope!
Straight to the bread like a loaf
Woah woah!
Nigga please
Hollow tip hit you in the middle of your pre-roll
Blood on the leaves
Bullet pass by hit ya homeboy now he a saint Drew Brees
Opp pack floating through the breeze

Ugh yeah

A whole new saga
King rich coming a whole new saga
The rap godfather
I left just left booth
Now niggas lining up to play the floor is lava
Burnt down mics and I burnt down casas
The king is among us I point out Imposters
Good eats nigga like lobster
For the tiers I'm the top bruh
You don't want smoke wit the number one shotta

Ya boy is top tier
Stop please
Nigga just watch me
Baby gurl came to the crib and when she left doctor said now she a knock knee
I got a stick and i got ice all around me it look like its hockey
I'm bouta grub like 10 o clock at the bodega
I stay wit a chopped cheese

Written by:
Richard Grant

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