To The Top Lyrics / Paroles
Let's take it to the top like a escalator
To touch me, you need a elevator
Black ?, my team strong, my style greater
Smooth criminal, white linen on yellow gaiters
Started with a dream to make it to a key
Now, we hoppin' outta cars that never use a key
Came out hard off credit cards and open schemes
Now, it's women who make a livin' right on their knees
All them nights, prayed a night for better days
Feelin' like Biggie in Versace Shades
Vegas lights, sparkles bright, I got a wave
Feelin' right, bitches nice, I can't behave
Chillin' in Miami with my Cuban piece
She won't let me leave, grabbing on my Cuban linen
Pop Models, pop mollies in large dose
Pack light, pack hammers at them Award Shows
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Smoke screen, cooler than them boats
Sellin' show, jump out, the whole world know this
I'm only rich, floating.
Real Deal Bentley, niggas.
Feel them heaters, we them Beatles
Pull out on family members, snaking leaders
Quarter-Million shit on the stove
Got some real Brooklyn killer-stack niggas with me
Spit on your globe.
Got my Lawyer in the back of the foyer
Eatin' sauteéd fish, pass the goya
My gun named Toyer
Marble Floors in the Benz,
The rims is regular
Come through, new lots ?
Adorned with a sword in his leather
And I've been on the walls
In Ossining. And bring it back.
The best and my cleaver came with me
Reload quickly. I'm surely down fifty a cheeba
Elloquently, I relax in the Waldorf
Under the covers, and the sword off
Sweat this shit, growing a mohawk.
Ready to blow off.
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