Top of The Top

You can find me in the Wood if you looking for me

Top of it, I'm beating the birds to the sun

I recognize the level up from all that I've done

Motivated and dedicated, I'm giving you niggas the axe

Until your favorite artists is decapitated

Chill flow, but no it's not refrigerated

I spit heat and leave haters disintegrated

But since my glow got brighter and my kicks got fresher

I feel the hate like white folks when they were integrated

But let 'em hate as I watch the chicken pile up

Now I'm running shit like bad diarrhea

Don't need no Nike app, I know I got my miles up