Top of the Hill

Yeah
Yeah
I feel like a Monk I'm on top of the hill
I got a stick and I'm ready to kill
I just want the money
I don't want a deal
Want more than a hundred
I need me a mill
Do what I want give a fuck how you feel
Eating these beats I put that on a grill
Trap every week and it's paying my bills
Trap every week till my pockets are filled
My new bitch she buffy, the body for real
Her momma she love me my name on the will
Living like Larry your bitch wanna chill
Crashing the whip I'm in love with the thrill
I feel like a Monk I'm on top of the hill
I feel like a Monk I'm on top, top
Top of the, what?
Top of the, what?
Top of the, what?
Top of the, what?
Yeah

Nigga I topple my enemies
You cannot fuck with my energy
I'm in a state of serenity
Bitch I'm winning nobody ahead of me

I'm tryna get to these racks I stack it
Fucking that bitch in the back no mattress
I'm way too slimy on tracks it's slat shit
Nigga I'm smoking on packs relaxing, yuh
Bitch I'm a eater
I got a nine millimeter
Shooting my shot at a diva
Fuck her till I get amnesia
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Upping my tech now
Bitch I empty the clip you should get down
I don't aim you get hit from the neck down
Yes I fuck all these bitches I get round
They say sully you look like a vet now
Shinning I look like baguettes now
Rappers know that I'm a threat now
Really I think I'm the best out
Lets go

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I feel like a Monk I'm on top of the hill
I got a stick and I'm ready to kill
I just want the money
I don't want a deal
Want more than a hundred
I need me a mill
Do what I want give a fuck how you feel
Eating these beats I put that on a grill
Trap every week and it's paying my bills
Trap every week till my pockets are filled
My new bitch she buffy, the body for real
Her momma she love me my name on the will
Living like Larry your bitch wanna chill
Crashing the whip I'm in love with the thrill
I feel like a Monk I'm on top of the hill
I feel like a Monk I'm on top, top
Top of the, what?
Top of the, what?
Top of the, what?
Top of the

Yeah

Word
Rudder the lyrical butler I serve
Men does be trying to get me unnerved
They want to, but they can't touch me like Lürbz
Talkin' bout tunes, I also mean birds
Not the ones you see on electric lines and trees
The humans with titties preferred
Nipples like what Future pops, it perks
We're like Yardies, I jam, and you jerk

Clearly on different spectrums
Your aura's green, that means that you're envious
Mine, it's blue: that's hundreds and plenty guts
Heard you want to get to us
I'm not bad, but I don't cap
My dawgs having more straps than lesbians
But I'm not on that, dan I love everyone

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That's that real brother energy
African people not enemies
Watch me slight, that go get peppery
Eh Svlly, tell 'em G
These killas they're not no friend to me

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I feel like a Monk I'm on top of the hill
I got a stick and I'm ready to kill
I just want the money
I don't want a deal
Want more than a hundred
I need me a mill
Do what I want give a fuck how you feel
Eating these beats I put that on a grill
Trap every week and it's paying my bills
Trap every week till my pockets are filled
My new bitch she buffy, the body for real
Her momma she love me my name on the will
Living like Larry your bitch wanna chill
Crashing the whip I'm in love with the thrill
I feel like a Monk I'm on top of the hill
I feel like a Monk I'm on top, top
Top of the, what?
Top of the, what?
Top of the, what?
Top of the, what?
Yeah

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