EXSR - Top Shelf

Straight out of the scum straight out of the slum
(Broke street lights and blunts Ice cream trucks and guns)

Straight out of the slum straight out of the scum
(Broke street lights and blunts Ice cream trucks and guns)

Trying to run that walk hollow bodies drop yeah I got my aim on lock
(Trying to match up reach up)

Trying to run that walk hollow bodies drop yeah I got my aim on lock
(Trying to match up reach up)

I'm on some carnage gore I want to see some bodies blow
These talking hoes are stepping toes and they ain't tryna see me go
I'll fuck around and do some shit I won't believe it either
Looking for attention in the wrong direction yall should take a breather
I'm city wide you're city lies rappers now defined by the likes
Yet the tickets at the door say otherwise
Shout out to the O the rest of yall could eat a dick
We be rocking show so you could step up to my clique
Baby stepping proudly truly building though
Play my tape inside your office watch the building blow riding low
Even when these hoes is tryna drown me I hold my own
I'm so ahead of life this world this old
You keep my steps in sight I'm flattered
Just for that today I'm smoking fatter
If you wait what you portray the shit you talk ain't matter
Getting served without a platter
Fuck a dream I'm living real
Told her that philosophy and now she tryna cop a feel
Life be getting way too real when I chief a bunch
I feel the fuckery around so yall can miss me much
Your odor kind of fishy kind of like a bitch
I hang with nothing but them young thugs like the gang was rich
Flying overheads like the name was Birdman
Yall ain't really call it rap if yall ain't getting now one mad aww mann
I hope you ain't slip ill catch you on the flip
Set you with a flirt she that fuck you with a drip (AAAHHH)
In the drop top whip fuck a hot box wilding out
Hot like black rocks serving other bodies drugging out
Swerving all the skeemy hoes like my city puddle holes
Douchey with the scumbag Squad fuck what you propose
Dirty mothafucka from the dirty note crew
Heavyweight gorilla flow that leave you gassed up like a Jew
Shout out to the homie spliff harder than my stiff smoke you like a spliff
Numb you like to sniff throw you off a cliff
And you ain't even see it coming yea we running up
I heard talk is cheap around the corner that's wassup
Overwhelmed with opinions and contradictions so I'm out with the sickest
Spokenly fittest yall playing quidditch yall should just quit it
Now on another note I'm on another note Cruel Deville
Shout out to the fool that's catching feels
My play is real Ill do your girl in heels
I seen the way she seen me
I told you I play for keeps u didn't believe me
Class is now in session no rapper is exception
The green light goes to all of yall like Ynoe said we after all of yall
Blessed coast my city looking like a circus with you jokes
You ain't beef this a weenie Roast
At your show acting loud who tryna squabble
Knock you with my chain go back inside the show start acting louder
And fuck you mean you ain't heard of me though
Three nine seven seven till you catch me snorting gold without my migos

Written by:
EXSR, Ruben Ramos

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