Termanology - Top Shotta ft. Joey Bada$$ Lyrics

[Intro]
Top Shotta Boy
Ya feel me?
Top Shotta Boy

[Verse 1: Termanology]
Sippin' this liquor off the 8th floor balcony
Thinking how I made the whole world bounce for me
I had the bubble on the low and blow silently
No longer wanna be but wanna live violently
2 baby mamas, 2 babies, that's 4 mouths to feed
A hundred friends but none of them looking out for me
Got tax issues, got dust and got accounting fees
I just wanna hear my pain with this clouded tree
Is it all in my mind or am I paranoid
Is this comma in the air, one I can't avoid
Can I Lord?
Ask you to give me the strength
Not to lust for anything that I can't afford
I don't need no awards or nothing immature
I was more thinking less nightmares and men in wars
Thinking how my Aunt Temmy died last month
Got me smoking every L like it's my last blunt
I keep it humble, don't chill with people that's gassed up
Some of my friends rich, some of them on they last buck
How can I stop showing you love cos you had bad luck
Anybody can vouch for me
Any hood I get mad love

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
The fusillade get sprayed, never delayed
I'm just coming for a blaze, every time I blaze
Take a minute just to look back in the days
As I reminisce the maze
But I'm still a caged rat, that's a staged fact
And you should page 8 that
Trying to get the papers
Caught up, up on the vapors
Hiatus to my haters
The pupil's dilators
See 'em how they traitors
And then they rate us greatest and then they slave us
And enslave us in and engrave in our mind
That we can't be the greatest
""We wasted too much time""
Taking time for granted
The food of life I planted
I pomegranate - Last man repping for the planet
I guess they granted
All my African Bambaataa patois
Pot of gold, I make that Harry Potter ""poof""
You rappers not a sun
You not hotter
Pick up like papa to the realest top shotta

[Outro]
Top shotta boy