Top Tier Soon

Bitch I'm the top tier

take an L, not Near

-ly as close to me. Gotta boast, it's just I'm vocally

superior.

Take my time, yup I'm in that hyperbolic chamber

Learning bout them kicks, snares, claps and that flanger

So you can be at the top not getting top

And they suck you off like NFL to cops

Think you getting guap and you are, but it's hella fake

love

Yo crew see you as the food, and you're the paystub

So I'ma go my own pace, put that in boldface

Cuz if we do the race, then we end up like Tay-K

Doing eighty-five on the freeway

But I let the homies speed too, track stars and we relay

It's all about the timing

Niggas say "fuck it I'ma grind"

It's not all about rhyming

This that twenty-twenty new age shit, here's the sitch [situation]

We extrapolating algorithms, squeeze it by the tits

Then I make a tres leche for my baby

Ha, I really mean my baby. She so great, aye.

No I mean I really have a child, she's 2 years old (lol)

I'm not capping here. Rhymes asides, that gold is the goal

Sike nigga you thought! I turned twenty on the twenty-fifth

Fuck I look like wit a baby mama, that's the pits

Shoutout them young niggas who gotta be fathers

And fuck all them deadbeats who can't seem to bother