Slightly.Rilee - Off The Top lyrics

I don't give a f** about being famous Smoke my album dawg my sh**s the dankest But that sh** will make you anxious Walking aimless With a bias acting brainless And switch you off like from believer to atheist Its my word that I'm keeping It's in my mind it's repeating Its Taking over its creeping Two bars will quit your breathing Its The music in my head its so loud now it's leaking Now the people are seeing With eyes that are bleeding I'm not stopping b**h I'm pushing myself and leading Ay play that beat that I like I can come up with a hook off the top Every time cause I'm the cream of the crop So play the music man and hope that sh** never stops You can play it loud dawg f** it if they call the cops Turn up ya stereo go ahead and bang ya box I wanna know when its my song that's shaking blocks I'm going to hustle from LA to the Bronx Never stopping now and that's why I'm getting props I flow nonstop watch your stomach will drop Your Insides will clench tight till they burst and pop Your lungs will quit breathing and your brainwaves will stop The only thing that stays is white smoke and hip hop Fate spins like a Frisbee It can spin so quickly It gets warped first then shattered So I got stuck to this standard of smoking more in sixty Than anyone in this city as I put on some 2pac and let that sh** hit me Yo what the f** did I ghost now I'm dead as can be And all that I see Is a stairway leading all the up to see Eazy E 2Pac Shakur Big L plus the B.I.G All my favorites songs I watched all you guys on tv Like Ice Cube Dr. Dre Snoop and Dub C Cypress hill Eminem Nate Dogg and Warren G But please could the gs stand up for one moment And raise a tall gla** like the one that I'm holding Ill wait if you're smoking I want this I'm going My clothes are wet with sweat my sweater is soaking I put in too much work you can't comeback once im flowing Nobody's got clue of the direction this is going Ay play that beat I like I can come up with a hook off the top Every time cause I'm the cream of the crop So play the music man and hope that sh** never stops You can play it loud dawg f** it if they call the cops Turn up ya stereo go ahead and bang ya box I wanna know when its my song that's shaking blocks I'm gonna hustle from LA to the Bronx Never stopping now and that's why I'm getting props My producer is a prodigy There's no f**ing stopping me Hell take your instrumental and show you how it ought to be And say its just the god in me With no f**ing modesty We don't got time for that sh** were going constantly And honestly I think that your knees might get wobbly When you feel my bars change flow so solidly I cross roads easily like bone thugs and harmony Go ahead and test man me I know my discography Check this statistic if you get vinyl and spin it Ill turn to a misfit Curse you out like limp biscuit Look it the law is no limit And I get explicit When I pick up a mic with a Mike Tyson spirit And raise both middle digits Like they were exhibits See watch them pivot f** any critic I drown you all out With each clinic I visit You couldn't last two minutes In my world b**h that's given I laugh when you stare me down Ill beat your a** worse then when Rhianna was with Chris Brown Whoa third degree burns to the face What I say is permanent it scars and stays in place That's right I'm skipping every mothf**ing base I'm gonna chase my dream while I'm changing my pace I'm coming back with saving grace To embrace the taste of victory Sianara b**h see ya later man ya history I spit too lethal you can't come back ya f**ing hearing me No well I think its about time you know me Ey coach its high time you throw in Kobe Play that beat like that sh**s the one and only I can come up with a hook off the top Every time cause I'm the cream of the crop So play the music man and hope that sh** never stops You can play it loud dawg f** it if they call the cops Turn up ya stereo go ahead and bang ya box I wanna know when its my song that's shaking blocks I'm gonna hustle from LA to the Bronx Never stopping now and that's why I'm getting props While you're doing laps drunk as f** in parking lots While you're coming from all your downtown spots Hopefully they'll love it like how Kanye loves Kanye How long can Kanye look at himself in the mirror all day I didn't mean that sh** man I went to hard on the Bombay I'm Mike Meyers with some of the sh** that Ill say I also like to live dangerously too ill stay I suggest you hit sir f** you b**h and get served There's no silver lining There's a new sun that's rising Shining down on your kingdom through the red horizon Everything that the light touches is yours Simba Except for that shadowy place over there beyond the river Cause that guy is hungry as f** hell eat your a** for Dinner You must ever must never ever go there son his bars will deliver Bombs so strong that ya bones will break and splinter The last thing you'll see will be his middle finger You'll swear to god that when you freeze it must be winter He can go off of the top with the hardest hitters I can come up with a hook off the top Every time cause I'm the cream of the crop So play the music man and hope that sh** never stops You can play it loud dawg f** it if they call the cops Turn up ya stereo go ahead and bang ya box I wanna know when its my song that's shaking blocks I'm on the move from LA to the Bronx I'm never stopping now and that's why I'm getting props