"Still On Top" lyrics
Still on top, I ain't never gone fall away, gone fall away, no
Prayin' that I drop, but I'm like no, not today, not today
Lookin' in the face of danger, must've had a guardian angel
'Cause I'm still on top and I'm never gonna fall, never gonna fall
Gotta be honest about it, look at the life that I'm livin'
A nigga lovin' the money and I'm addicted to women
It's gettin' hard to keep track wit' all the paper I'm spendin'
But I'mma make it all back like it was dope in the kitchen
I been handlin' my business, my accountant is livid
We're strugglin' to hustlin', wasn't no time to be timid
Told my baby not to worry, I'll be back in a minute
'Cause I be chasin' the money and I'll be back when I get it
Never slow down (never), hundred miles per hour
When I'm smokin' them ounces of sour that got me zoned out
This is how it goes now:
Pick up a couple of shorties, gettin' naughty up in the Bentley
Then we roll out
Don't you wish you could live this life
You ain't even drippin' hard enough to feel this ice
You ain't even qualified to be on a level of a god personified
In a physical to kill this vibe
Still on top, I ain't never gone fall away, gone fall away, no
Prayin' that I drop, but I'm like no, not today, not today
Lookin' in the face of danger, must've had a guardian angel
'Cause I'm still on top and I'm never gonna fall, never gonna fall
Chi-town not Chi-raq (no!)
I be schoolin' them niggas that call it like that
There was people that switched on me that I bypassed
But I be Slicker than Rick'll be with the eye patch
Hit 'em like Nick wit' the Cannon
Never a bitch, I don't panic
I got a cook that do damage in case they fire back
I never run outta ammo, I'm pullin' up in a flannel
I'll light 'em up like a candle right where they hide at (Gotcha!)
I be smokin' trees like a Rasta
Movin' through the city like a Mobsta
Chicken fettuccine with the lobsta'
And gettin' to the cream is my mantra
Twista fuckin' up these commas, gettin' straight to the dollas
I got the work like a brick in the pannel of the Impala
All on my back, Westbrook, makin' something from nada
Double double, no assists because I'm puttin' my shot up
Still on top, I ain't never gone fall away, gone fall away, no
Prayin' that I drop, but I'm like no, not today, not today
Lookin' in the face of danger, must've had a guardian angel
'Cause I'm still on top and I'm never gonna fall, never gonna fall
Prayin' that I drop, but I'm like no, not today, not today
Lookin' in the face of danger, must've had a guardian angel
'Cause I'm still on top and I'm never gonna fall, never gonna fall
Gotta be honest about it, look at the life that I'm livin'
A nigga lovin' the money and I'm addicted to women
It's gettin' hard to keep track wit' all the paper I'm spendin'
But I'mma make it all back like it was dope in the kitchen
I been handlin' my business, my accountant is livid
We're strugglin' to hustlin', wasn't no time to be timid
Told my baby not to worry, I'll be back in a minute
'Cause I be chasin' the money and I'll be back when I get it
Never slow down (never), hundred miles per hour
When I'm smokin' them ounces of sour that got me zoned out
This is how it goes now:
Pick up a couple of shorties, gettin' naughty up in the Bentley
Then we roll out
Don't you wish you could live this life
You ain't even drippin' hard enough to feel this ice
You ain't even qualified to be on a level of a god personified
In a physical to kill this vibe
Still on top, I ain't never gone fall away, gone fall away, no
Prayin' that I drop, but I'm like no, not today, not today
Lookin' in the face of danger, must've had a guardian angel
'Cause I'm still on top and I'm never gonna fall, never gonna fall
Chi-town not Chi-raq (no!)
I be schoolin' them niggas that call it like that
There was people that switched on me that I bypassed
But I be Slicker than Rick'll be with the eye patch
Hit 'em like Nick wit' the Cannon
Never a bitch, I don't panic
I got a cook that do damage in case they fire back
I never run outta ammo, I'm pullin' up in a flannel
I'll light 'em up like a candle right where they hide at (Gotcha!)
I be smokin' trees like a Rasta
Movin' through the city like a Mobsta
Chicken fettuccine with the lobsta'
And gettin' to the cream is my mantra
Twista fuckin' up these commas, gettin' straight to the dollas
I got the work like a brick in the pannel of the Impala
All on my back, Westbrook, makin' something from nada
Double double, no assists because I'm puttin' my shot up
Still on top, I ain't never gone fall away, gone fall away, no
Prayin' that I drop, but I'm like no, not today, not today
Lookin' in the face of danger, must've had a guardian angel
'Cause I'm still on top and I'm never gonna fall, never gonna fall
