Odysseus - Top Dawg

Said the drugs would help, but I dont really see the point
Found myself down in a hole, knew I had to relocate
Now I'm the man, I'm the boss, like Rick Ross at the buffet
57th floor, you can catch me every sunday
Lotta old friends tryna call and make amends
Last bitch that I had said she wanna have my kids
Said if they don't have my last name, she ain't getting nun these bands
Now she dreaming bout a ring that I'm never gonna get
Youngin with the pointers
And I'm pointing out the fakes
They stay ripping all their verses
And they crying bout they place
Say they better than the rest
But I'm looking for their fans
Now they talking out their ass
Same way they write those raps

Said you speak the truth
But you ain't speakin shit at all
Yeah I want a label
But I don't need that shit at all
Yeah I got myself, independent
You can't say the same
Talking like you up, but you not
We in different lanes
Swerving through the city
You know my shits automatic
I don't shift up in this bitch
Cuz my hand is on the package
Flyin in and outta states
Cuz you know I got the mileage
Got no time for the drama
You won't find me up in Broadway
Seven days out the week
You gon' see me working hard
Just cause you don't see me workin
Don't mean I ain't work at all
Don't you try to doubt me
When you know I really do this
Why you talking nonsense
When you already know I proved it
Yeah I said what I said
I'm the boss where I am
This ain't about the music
I'm just tryna chase my bag
Think the ice gon make em better
But they OD off the cash
Spend that shit like they ain't want it
Then they flexin like they can
All These bitches in my way
But I can't lift off the gas
Now there ain't no competition
Ima have to hit to the dash
Ima Big dawg, Top dawg
Always got a bag
Always winning races
But I never break a sweat

Written by:
Alejandro Simas

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