Going To The Top Lyrics

Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh

I’m doing shit that they said that I couldn’t
I wanna go on a vacation, I’ll book it
I’m tryna get straight to the point, and they’re crooked
They gave me the lane to the top, and I took it
I’m going to the top, oh, yeah
I’m going to the top, oh, yeah

These n*** be focused on nothing but bitches
You barely got money, but you let her spend it
I’m already lit, but it’s just the beginning
I promised my mama I’m gonna be the biggest
I’m going to the top, oh, yeah
I’m going to the top, oh, yeah

Huh, poppin my shit got designer to fit on
N*** hating on me and can’t get on
I can’t hop in the truck unless the tint on
In the Cullinan truck, not a rental
I’ve been praying to God and I believe in Jesus
But you’d never catch me on Spirit
Don’t compare me to n*** that’s not on my level
You know that them n*** ain’t near it
I’m on Rodeo, I’m spending a lot
How you hating? You still on the clock
I don’t go back and forth, you get blocked
We just met and she’s touching my crotch
You away for a month for the pussy
She pull up on me, bitch, you fucking or not?
N*** waiting in line for some motherfucking Jordans
I probably spend more on my socks
Got a shotgun for n***, get popped
Got Michelle in bitch like Barack
I be killing these n*** like Dahmer
I’m too turnt and I ain’t getting calmer
If they’re tryna book me for a show and it ain’t over fifty
I don’t even bother
N*** tryna crack jokes but I can’t even Kekekeke
Bitch, my name is not Palmer

Going To The Top Lyrics

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