To The Top (Remastered) Lyrics

Making my way to the top, aim at the ceiling

Enemy want me to stop, boi is you kidding

Cause every time that I drop, devil be trippin

Keeping our focus on God, that's how we living

Keeping it real for the south dog

Keeping it real for the team

Keeping it real for the king no matter what happens he sticking with me

Keeping it real for the south Dog

We don't do it for the Guap

We doing it for our God yeah

Making my way to the top

What's it matter if you got riches

What's it matter if you got bank

What's it matter if you got business

If your heart is all wack

You too worried bout making Doug

You too worried bout making bands

Yet your wife's bitter at home

And your kids out smoking crack

Too Worried about your career

Boi you need to focus on God

You keep looking back at the world it's gone leave you dead like the wife of lot

Don't forget when you were broke you would pray to God read the scriptures

Now you rich with the biggest home and you leaving God out the picture

Living the life that you proud of

Rocking the mink and the Prada

But God looks at your life and he is not pleased like the city of sodom

Don't forget about Gomorrah

God put their life to a stop

While they be living a horror

I be

Making my way to the top, aim at the ceiling

Enemy want me to stop, boi is you kidding

Cause every time that I drop, devil be trippin

Keeping our focus on God, that's how we living

Keeping it real for the south dog

Keeping it real for the team

Keeping it real for the king no matter what happens he sticking with me

Keeping it real for the south Dog

We don't do it for the Guap

We doing it for our God yeah

Making my way to the top

What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but he looses his soul

I ain't know how that goes

That ain't part of goal

Getting around to the gold

Is not a play on my team

Boi I rather just fold

I don't mess around with them tings

You want more and more commas

I want more and more of God yeah

You wanna be called a baller

I just wanna be called yeah

You can money, riches, fame, gold, diamonds and everything

But when you live for the money the money gets old and it kills you of everything

The love of moneys the root of all evil, no wonder you're bitter and rich

Who cares if you're calling in money, if your families calling it quits

Yeah you're going to top

Well I'm going to the top too

The top for you is money and fame

The top for me is with God dude

Aim at the ceiling

Enemy want me to stop, boi is you kidding

Cause every time that I drop, devil be trippin

Keeping our focus on God, that's how we living

Keeping it real for the south dog

Keeping it real for the team

Keeping it real for the king no matter what happens he sticking with me

Keeping it real for the south Dog

We don't do it for the Guap

We doing it for our God yeah

Making my way to the top