Corey Paul - Die at the Top lyrics

[Verse: 1] 30 silver pieces on his temple Tore it down in 3 days build it back My lil homie riding dirty in a rental Me and my homies we got mud up on our hands 100,000 pardons and some coffins It's the way that we speak Keeping it G from the day to the week If you're breaking me down I'll build a better me Burning as bleach potent as bleach Pope or the dope who got the key Bible was Hebrew and then it was Greek Me and my people brought it to the street Devil ain't cheap he be charging a fee Price on my head but salvation is free Swallowing flour spitting out yeast Breaking down bread so my people can eat Flow overseas it's imported I know that we cannot afford it We hiding our hope in these buildings They pay for their hope and then snort it They sipping out cups and inhaling the smoke Do you know what that can do to your soul? Mourn for who mourn Cry for who cry Die in the truth living a lie I know you came up different You ain't really from this side But life is just like calculus you gotta figure out Y They pouring syrup up in soda Riding deep up in the lack That's a felony offense You can't get a job with that Some homies white some homies black Mexico up to Alaska pray you endure forever That's the only race that matters [Chorus] I probably die at the top of this hill But, I'm good in my city I'm good in these streets, I'm good in my sneakers I'm good with my people I probably die at the top of this hill But, I'm good with that price I'm good with that fight I'm good with my wife I'm good with my life I probably die at the top of this hill But, I'm good with that mud I'm good with that blood, I'm good with that hate I'm good with that love I probably die at the top of this hill But, so did Jesus No clever punch line needed [Verse: 2] I'm really about all this actions My brother is really packing My people is really trapping These bodies is really stacking I wish I was rapping Speaking the truth bury me in the booth I'm ah k** it I pray that you feel it I drill it like a dentist The innocent turn into menaces Lynching our lineage, women and children Dealing is k**ing and ripping the ligaments Enemies imminent, inner me is illegit Spiritually centered and stemming from Genesis Fresher then spearmint Who not a lyricist? But it don't really matter how fly I spit Pelican Paul young word smith Guillotine to this uncircumcised philistine Tryna k** a king gone k** us how Uncooked cow its so raw oh my God? Its so hard, in the yard with my squuad I ain't really never had enough I ain't really never made the cut I ain't really never had it easy I ain't really never been squeamish I'm in the dirt with my people bruh It was just me and my brother It was just me and my mother It was just us in the house We was just hand to the mouth Nothing was in the account boy It gets real real when them shouts ring out At you like a IG tag No filter on that, when the muzzle blast First thing you see I pray it won't be your last [Chorus] I probably die at the top of this hill But, I'm good in my city I'm good in these streets, I'm good in my sneakers I'm good with my people I probably die at the top of this hill But, I'm good with that price I'm good with that fight I'm good wit my wife I'm good with my life I probably die at the top of this hill But, I'm good with that mud I'm good with that blood, I'm good with that hate I'm good with that love I probably die at the top of this hill But, so did Jesus No clever punch line needed