"UPPER ECHELON" lyrics
"UPPER ECHELON"
As long as I'm here to still drop
The wheels won't stop
I gotta keep it movin' my back is to the clock
I held you down nigga, I delivered you owe me now nigga, number one with a Glock!
As long as they let me in to rock
Ima represent the block
I'm back in my position whether they like it or not
I held you down nigga, I delivered you owe me now nigga, number one with a Glock!
The second I heard my voice through the monitors I was fascinated
Way too many checks in my character to assassinate it
My life's a movie you probably think its exaggerated
Who would've thought at thirteeen my work could be platinum plated
Rappers dropping before they get to drop they albums
Record labels don't care long as they make a profit out em'
Give em' a couple years they'll drop a column
Hit the top quick middle of all that hot shit now you forgot about em'
Put respect on the name whenever you mention us
Funny to look around I been checkin' these niggas temperatures
Loyalties stressed, there for I put foward with the emphasis
Internationally make hoods pour in the entrances
The don again, bringin' them commas in, my haters vomitin', you droppin' when?
Ain't been in the same buildings that I've been in
My actual life comes with a block button, watch how you commentin'
Underground ima dominate watch when I bring them volumes in
As long as I'm here to still drop
The wheels won't stop
I gotta keep it movin' my back is to the clock
I held you down nigga, I delivered you owe me now nigga, number one with a Glock!
As long as they let me in to rock
Ima represent the block
I'm back in my position whether they like it or not
I held you down nigga, I delivered you owe me now nigga, number one with a Glock!
Yo!
Don't invite me to no one's club I'm a loner in fact
I don't talk to these niggas in real life let alone on an app
Classic like the kango hat, herringbone, and the jack
My shit always going over your head need a drone with the raps
World of systematic traps and the coldest for stats
The way I been fuckin' up these beats niggas owe me a batch
Push the politics to the back can't control me with that
You talkin' all that honest shit homie ya big homie a rat
They jackin' my lines all the time if we being honest
Status remains top 5 and that's being modest
I dream of dollas, Bohemian Islands, with piñ coladas, you seen the drought it's like everything is with cream without us
The class we grew in never seen a college
Babies caught between the violence
And our mommas pray that the demons out us
Don't air shit out, keep all disagreements between ya partners
Its got it youth holds mini rockets as teeny boppers
As long as I'm here to still drop
The wheels won't stop
I gotta keep it movin' my back is to the clock
I held you down nigga, I delivered you owe me now nigga, number one with a Glock!
As long as they let me in to rock
Ima represent the block
I'm back in my position whether they like it or not
I held you down nigga, I delivered you owe me now nigga, number one with a Glock!
- AZLyrics
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- Lloyd Banks Lyrics
mixtape:
"A.O.N. 3: DESPITE MY MISTAKES" (2025)
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