OnTOP-OnTaP

On top, on tap. On top, on tap. Looking for me? At the tippy top. Still on tap. Still on top. Here and there, another level. I’m on. Yeah, that. That. That. I was already putting in work when the bar was an infant. Been building this thing since it was little. Now they looking up like they just noticed where I went. I was getting comfortable. Then top tried to skeet-skirt. Hold up. You can move the ceiling, I’m still going through it. You can raise the bar, I charge it taxes. Every level I touch start looking temporary. Here and there, another level. I’m on. On top, on tap. Top stay ready. Tap stay running. Tippy top, but I ain’t done climbing. One thing for sure, two things for certain, I didn’t come this far to start getting nervous. Troubled treble, troubled double bass. Whole room shaking when I step in place. Low end talking, high end answering. Bass got weight, treble got attitude. Yeah, that. That. That. Here and there, another level. I’m on. Take the hinges off! Door too small for the way I’m coming through. If the frame can’t hold it, then the frame gotta move. Anybody can get bodied when the pressure get applied. I ain’t talking reckless, I’m just standing on mine. On my mama, I was built for the climb. On my mama’s mama, I ain’t waiting in line. Daygo in the blood. Cali in the stride. SwavyJavy Music, still taking it higher. On top, on tap. Top tried to skeet-skirt, I caught that. I was getting comfortable, then I snapped back. Here and there, another level. I’m on. Not upper next. I’m already going. Going. Going. Another level. Still on top. Still on tap. Yeah, that. That. That. Level going upper.