Top Down

My top down, your name hot now But when I was out here Nigga you was not 'round Was in the game, but I just watch now I did rims so my shit stock now Suede, hit, lining on the roof Don't be lyin' on the facts Niggas lyin' in the booth When we travel around the world We flyin with a suitcase, stamped Louis Vuitton, with Cuban cigar Miami, Ocean Ave, couple beautiful broads On the back of motorbikes Ain't no use for a car I'm outta town, so the coupe is at large And this, jealous of success, niggas usually are But, I dont give a fuck I ain't trippin though Nigga gettin desperate While I'm getting dough Oh you love that bitch? Better get yo' ho And I ain't gotta tell you why, You already know Once in a lifetime shit She ain't never been fucked in a drop top benz Thats why when I pull up she quick to get in I'm a boss, young nigga get some paper and a pen Class is in session, rap till I'm restless Cuz constant repitition is the path to progression Class is in session, rap till I'm restless Cuz constant repitition is the path to progression Take that and run with it, you should get some cash Way back as young niggas, we was livin' fast Heavy on the grind, South Central State of mind Type of nigga to buy a pound, and break it all down in dimes Baby blue regal, 1985 Gold rollie on my neck, 380 on my spine It was a lot of things that was runnin through my mind All of which I would bring to myself, in due time And now I'm watchin ring put a strain on her eye Fireworks on my sleeve, the 4th of July Waist line Louis, stay fly truly Can't fuck with me with a rubber or a roofie Hoes try to choose me, haters try and shoot me Feds wanna book me, and these bitches wanna screw me Ex-street nigga turned boss, that's the routine And you would have extras if your life was a movie Catch my breath that's a whole lot of words, you know This is the marathon New shit, Neighborhood Nip Hussle, let's get it