Top Floor Freestyle Lyrics

Mike, Mike, you be goin' crazy

Mama told me get a job, but it ain't work

Until the day I get a deal, ma, I still gotta serve

Cuz kept it so real, I ah killed over Ferg

I been battlin' addiction ma I'm still on them perks

I can feel it gettin' worse, I know it's gettin' worse

I woke up and Got throwed ain't even feed my kids first

But they still gon' eat, that's why daddy in the streets

I get them everything they need, this a struggle they can't see

I hurry up and leave when the phone ring

I give my kids what they want, they want disown me

You gotta watch out for the fakes and the phonies

You gotta watch out for the Erics and the Tonys

Them niggas police

I can't believe that I got tricked like we was on teams

I think about that shit and laugh

Sometimes I think about that same shit and I get sad

A bitch tricked me out my freedom, bro, tricked me out the bag

Same ones say they happy for a nigga really mad

How the fuck he outta jail where that boy get 80 racks

Same nigga talkin' down and same ones ain't pay me back

Let me switch topics, before it fuck around and make me mad

Big Tone got me together, he like, Cuz I got whatever

This won't pacify your pain, but this lil' shit'll make it better

Zelly, he know he my brother, he gave me a zip of butter

He said, Brody, if you stay down, you'll be up by the summer

Momma said, stay out of trouble

A smile come across my face, I see the water bubble

Niggas know I'm back out, & swiping they in trouble

Depending on what your last dealer gave you, I'll do double

If I give you a chance and you blow it, then it's fuck you

I'm hangin' up the phone if you talk about homicide

Me and bro came out the same pussy, don't see eye to eye

It's a whole lot of excuses when it's time to slide

Indictments come by surprise, that's why I ain't been round the guys

Fuck a job, I'll never work another nine to five

My phone ring at 5 a.m., I guess it's time to rise and grind

Gotta move with precision, benefiting off a crime

One mistake, all it take to get a whole lotta time

If you in the streets, you ain't immune to the shit

It be ups, it be downs, just get used to the shit

When your family snake you out, it be confusing and shit

Once it's up, then it's stuck, no defusing the shit

Ain't no fair fights with me, boy, I'm usin' the blick

Sound like a whoopee cushion when I'm usin' the switch

If I hold it too long, then a few gon' get hit

Ain't no cap in my rap, boy, I'm true to this shit

Pop a nigga, pop a perk, I feel cool as a bitch

She did the two-hand twist, I feel glued to this bitch

Hoes say I'm nonchalant, I be rude as a bitch

I stay with the attitude, mental abusing a bitch

Life full of choices, be wise and choose what you pick

You can come up quick if you fuckin' with that shit

I sold brick by brick, tenth by tenth

Ran it up and lost it all, I'ma do that shit again