Royal Flush - Right To The Top lyrics

[Royal Flush] Everybody stand up Flush is the man so let the grams cut One shot in ya bu*t, my guns never tucked Don't want a s*ut, finessed by the art of the cut Like Harlem World i'm doublin' up Feds wanna challenge us Off balance with silencers, locked up for calenders Made men reversed my life, started again Gone in the wind, respect n***as rhyming ten Stuck on the grind, with two nines hugging ya spine Addicted to crime, new car sitting on two dimes With two dime, New York n***as, we love shine Whether it's yours or mine by the night yours is mine That's shilling week anyway, f** it, it's more shine I'm 24, your part time you ain't k**ing n***as Walking round and grilling n***as Acting like we ain't feeling n***as Pop bottle, roll with gorillas and breed drug dealers North, South, East to West ya'll gonna feel us [Hook] Word, we getting a job Hustle up, double up Cheddar starts kid, get that cheddar large Pedal Hard, and daily par Sky's the limit, die for this sh** Living at Right to the top baby! [Big L] f** them other cats I'm running with my own wolfpack Keep fronting like you'se a thug and get your dome pushed back Coz you don't get down that tough sh** you talk is profound You'se a clown f** around, come up town and get found I keep a pocket full, none of you n***as can touch my funds I don't fight no more all I do is bust my guns While you home relaxed i'm squeezin' Macs busting off caps Those coward cats with all their platinum plaques get taxed And I do Jooks, and slang Pies to make cream rise It's all about these green guys, front your whole team dies How I'm. Living so far? Swell you can't scar L Headed to cartel, selling more cakes than carvel And I'm, labeled a kind thug, police got my line bugged Hope I see the grave, more age and not a nine slug I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen s*ut Big L is clean cut, with more j**els than King Tut [Hook] Word, we getting a job Hustle up, double up Cheddar starts kid, get that cheddar large Pedal Hard, and daily par Sky's the limit, die for this sh** Living at Right to the top baby! [Kool G Rap] You know it's, dough for hoes Bank rolls, Rovers and clothes And shots blow all them cowards and foes Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters Flip divas, them chicks, eager to strip to they tits and beaver Sip Cris' and sniff coke off the beater Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter You should see us, it's movie star status Scar lackers lost cabbage, drip the Pablo Escobar fabrics Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, let it out Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out Dime b**hes behavin like ya s** slave skizzied out Some n***a dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out We kidnap for trap blackmail for a gang a mill Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails The blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a torch For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft Roll up my hand sheets with the force We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune baby [Hook] Word, we getting a job Hustle up, double up Cheddar starts kid, get that cheddar large Pedal Hard, and daily par Sky's the limit, die for this sh** Living at Right to the top baby!