JAY ROCK - To The Top lyrics

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Feat. Kendrick Lamar

(Verse)

South Central, home of the warzone where the great thugs roam

Where we ain't promised nothing but shell-bullet wounds and tombstones

Every man for himself in this concrete jungle, jungle

Only the strong survive and the weak perish and crumble

Yeah, niggas' pockets hurting, work day and night in them dope spots

In the kitchen with them razors where the water boiling hot

Blood plus crip plus wrong sign equals a shoot-out

Then the Glock's pop then the block's smoking like a motherfucking Luau

In the projects, watched a lot of niggas, seen a lot of niggas moved out

Then mom said ''back dreaming of big ass, new house''

Then it's back to reality, smokers out back getting so high

Watching niggas kill for a salary, watched a lot of great niggas die

Colder the streets, never ever talk to the motherfucking police

If you do better have a bullet-proof vest, better guard your mouth piece

Yeah, I don't really care about what a nigga may say about me

I'mma let you speak dollars into my pockets, watch them increase

(Hook)

Look at you - came from ground zero to the top

Made something from nothing on that project block

Switch your hustle, no more working that dope spot

Middle finger to cops, tell 'em that we're legal now

Yes, we legal now, do it for our people now

Finally we eating now, make sure our belly's stay full

We made nothing out of something, man

You know, all the way to the top

Make sure our belly's stay full

Make sure our belly's stay full

(Verse)

Yeah, I got some, but I'm still on the block like a nigga never left

Still on the grind all the time, gotta get mine doing what's best

Yeah, I came up, but I never changed up on my niggas, no sir

Let bygones be bygones, let it burn like Usher

No chauffeur, I'm wheeling myself in a big '64

Rims poking, three wheel motion, my lungs full of that herb

My niggas still on the curb posted up like junkies at a liquor store

For all my niggas that died in the war, yeah dawg, let the liquor pour

Just Ciroc's, baby, hood shit is all I know

Live life to the fullest, never know when a nigga gotta go

That's how it is out here, dawg, really can't show no feel

I've never seen a man cry 'til a man dies, then you see them tears

Rest in peace, Nini, your grandson still looking handsome

Still gotta keep canons cause them haters out there still can't stand us

You said I got power, all I gotta do is grab hold to my pen

Yeah, I loved you to my last breath, grandma, 'til we meet again

(Hook)

We're like a train with no breaks

Who gon' stop us?

Make sure our belly's stay full

Make sure our belly's stay full

(Verse)

Yo, Rock - let me get it, let me breathe on it for a minute

Speak for a minute, put my 2 cent in it for a second

Let them get a view of my mind, backpack tucked with a nine

Went to school with it, didn't play with it

Didn't tell nobody it was mine

It was my weapon, had it for my protection

I didn't blink, not for a second

Didn't pour my heart and soul to a reverend

They're hypocrite anyway, rather put my full faith in God

Had to stay on my grind something like when I was sumping

Had to maintain my function back against the wall, they fronting

Played the background like a movie extra

Extra activities, no remedy for the crime going on, same old song

Bet ya couldn't make it out here if you wasn't wasn't that strong

Not mentally, but physically, had to get my psychology on

Mama said I gotta come home, but I didn't, stayed out real late

My excuse was ''how we gon' eat if it's no food on the plate?''

Now wait - think back, yeah yeah nigga, far far back

Came from the bottom to the-the top, now tell me how you love that?

(Hook)