Lonely At The Top (feat. Rod Wave)

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

On and off the plane, in and out of state

Running off the road, every day's a paper chase

Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain

Still I maintain

The top can get so lonely

The top can get so lonely

But it's better than the bottom

You told me to get 'em, I got 'em

Don't worry, I got 'em

Two hours of sleep before this six-hour journey

Said a prayer for my pops, I hope the man up top heard me

Went from coke in my derby to a little under thirty

Mil' after taxes, I'm liquid, you're still thirsty

Crabs in a bucket, my bag is the toughest

Everything original except the stash in my Cutlass

Old school cars just a way to wash money

Trust, somethin' most friends lost from me

They stab you in the back and then they ask for a favor

Thirty-one flavors in that new food saver

Fuck a shark in the water, I move like a killer whale

You ever had a quarter ticket lost in the mail?

Billion dollar plays but the streets still call me

How you stay low-key? Spotlight like Gotti

I bought a crib for the work that got me into real estate

I'm smoking till my lungs hurt, I'm trying not to feel the pain

A underground legend, you can have the fifteen

Rappers running out of cake, I have waited sixteen

That means the dubs smell funny, there's mold from the holes dug

Fuck a plaque, all I wanted was a whole one

Me and 'cause' run circles 'round cats

I changed the game three times, I brought that purple shit back

I'ma need my own hologram

I'm tryna live forever, not be a moment in underground

Yay area, this one's for the city

From the score to BK, young king stay busy

Fuck a brown bag, it feel good to have a black card

I'm sick of digging holes in my backyard

On and off the plane, in and out of state

Running off the road, every day's a paper chase

Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain

Still I maintain

The top can get so lonely

The top can get so lonely

But it's better than the bottom

You told me to get 'em, I got 'em

Don't worry, I got 'em

Six grand joint got my vision all blurry

This one's for the two-faced snakes that are thirsty

They look me in my eyes, then turn around and burn me

Money ain't shit when you're living in a hurry (in a rush)

Welcome to the rat race, king of the flat rate

The overnight blaze probably paid for the Batcave

I lost a hundred grand, didn't care, yeah, I'm that paid

To get a little clout when they come around and act strange

We touched mil's and forgot how the love feel (how it feel)

You try to wife her up, I made that bitch a drug mule

I pump fuel, real gasoline (yeah)

Dropped a hundred off, and kept the overs, 'bout a half a P

I'm glad to be, sitting where I'm sitting

Cats on my dick, but they all act vision

I bounce back like I'm fresh out of prison

Another mil' cash, I'm in my backyard digging

On and off the plane, in and out of state

Running off the road, every day's a paper chase

Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain

Still I maintain

The top can get so lonely

The top can get so lonely

But it's better than the bottom

You told me to get 'em, I got 'em

Don't worry, I got 'em (yeah)

And this one's for the suckers

You know we hold on to grudges

I'm balling, balling and you way over budget, Bern

Right when you think I forgot

That's why I was sitting back

Ready to plot, your boy got shot