On the Top

#OntheTop Um on the Top, Couple or Ls. Grindin day n night you see. Came with a Mop, Ask all my opps, They all call me Mr Clean. Um in this field Couple or hoes, Aino talk bout these B S Bees. Cool and we dope, Always chilled, We don flex by that shit you see. Nowadays um in the O.T town Mandem know um the sun of the soil. Count all the friends I made on my way, How many left for we reaching the end. They all wish I creep with my knees, Lucky ain't putting my head in the sand. Physically short but um standing so tall, Taking no Ls when the ball in my hand. Look at my money full of Sweat n tears Thus why um wearing this Wreath of Laurel. Ride on my own in this field jus Diggin, Come to this paper they wanna be Plural. Step on my Lane, Unleashin my dogs, Losing my mind um gettin so Brutal. Feelin like K.Dot when um beefin the kids, Gettin wacced out If you messin my mural. Stuck in the bottom, they laughin and mockin, Now um on the rise they feelin the pain. Murder-Black paint on my name, they spraying, Tryna erase the king with a can. All they want is warmth in the Castle, All I want is war I the rain. Cut for this life, We fallin n Risin, Grabbing this branch ain't fallin again