top and got dropped

yeah yeah yeah now they Talkin bout they top dawg talkin bout the boss Show em how it go when we make a ni**** cross Used to run his block had em jumping out the gym Now we smoking on Raz put his face upon a whim Ay he was out here flexing like he leader of the gang Thinking he was solid till we put him in his lane Acted like the kingpin thought he had the crown One phone call and we had to shut him down Second verse Yeah he was at the top but we dropped him to the dirt Talking all that shit now he wearing all the hurt No respect for the name left him leaking in the dark Should’ve never tried to play us or step into our park We crept on the whip when it pulled in the park Let it bang out the back hit him up in the dark Catch him slipping in the backseat window rolling down Now his brains on the seats ain't a peep in the town Left him in the whip now the story's at the end Should've known the crown is a weight you cant defend Now the block is moving on while we're cruising down the street History is written and we’re staying on our feet