WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Way To The Top lyrics

rate me

I grew up on the block

Robbers be boys than cops

In and out our spots, try to run my block

Stay down on my grind, can’t confiscate what I got

Shine every chance I get whether you like it or not

I say the trap is hot and I ain’t getting money if it ain’t hot

I say the trap is hot and I ain’t getting money if it ain’t hot

I deserve everything I got, on my way to the top

Young nigga grew up, born from Jamaica, Queens

No hoes, just anger and crack face

Thugs out, young nigga, no skinny jeans

The goal was grind, get this money by any means

No in-betweens, never chose sides

Down for my niggas, you know I ride

This one for the county with the dough, son

I hear you pay dollar and your soul cry

No rebound from his dog when he down a road

Off a ones 25 and he did it for

Just to let you know, boy I got your books every month

But you go and be straight, that’s real shit

I grew up on the block

Robbers be boys than cops

In and out our spots, try to run my block

Stay down on my grind, can’t confiscate what I got

Shine every chance I get whether you like it or not

I say the trap is hot and I ain’t getting money if it ain’t hot

I say the trap is hot and I ain’t getting money if it ain’t hot

I deserve everything I got, on my way to the top

I said I stayed down strong, put my all in it

My grind showed off, many wanna call in it

Acting like they helped, wrote a nigga raps and all

Bitch, I showed your little ass how to ball

Never turn my back on a nigga I call a friend

Riding with you even if I know I won’t win

Feel like Joe the Boss in this foggy I’ve been

Rapping from the heart, I don’t even need a pen

Flag on my pocket, shorty, that’s unity

Hear these niggas talking, boy, don’t look over me

Ain’t shit you could do to me, tryina feed my family

Fuck all these jewelry, party go crazy, count me in

I grew up on the block

Robbers be boys than cops

In and out our spots, try to run my block

Stay down on my grind, can’t confiscate what I got

Shine every chance I get whether you like it or not

I say the trap is hot and I ain’t getting money if it ain’t hot

I say the trap is hot and I ain’t getting money if it ain’t hot

I deserve everything I got, on my way to the top

All this status have a nigga thinking different

Put up in together, we gonna eat, pay attention

Keep my niggas off the kitchen, stop bitching

People better listen, always paid attention and played my position

Rapping from the heart, never facing

Daddy was a Muslim, mama was a Christian

Lost one brother now I got three

Laugh, I’m a real, real nigga, can’t take my breathe

I grew up on the block

Robbers be boys than cops

In and out our spots, try to run my block

Stay down on my grind, can’t confiscate what I got

Shine every chance I get whether you like it or not

I say the trap is hot and I ain’t getting money if it ain’t hot

I say the trap is hot and I ain’t getting money if it ain’t hot

I deserve everything I got, on my way to the top