[Intro]
God, yeah
[Chorus: Rod Wave]
On and off the plane in and out of states
Running off the road every day's a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it's better than the bottom
Told me to get 'em I got 'em no worry I got 'em
[Verse 1: Berner]
Two hours of sleep before this six hour journey
Said a prayer for my pops, I hope the man up top heard me
Went from (?) in my derby to a little under thirty
Mill after taxes I'm liquid you're still thirsty
Crabs in a bucket my bag is the toughest
Everything original except the stash of my cutlass
Old school cars just a way to wash money
Trust, something most friends lost from me
They stab you in the back and then they ask for a favor
Thirty one flavors in a new food saver
Fuck a shark in the water, I move like a killer whale
You ever had a quarter ticket lost in a meal?
Billion dollar plays but the streets still call me
How you stay low-key? spotlight like Gotti
You bought a crib for the work that got me into real estate
I'm smoking 'til my lungs hurt I'm trying not to feel the pain
The underground legend you can add it 15
Rappers running out of cake I have weighted 16
That means the dubs smell funny
There's mold from the hoes dug
Fuck a plaque, all I wanted was a whole one
Me and Coz' run circles 'round cats
I changed the game three times I brought the purple shit back
I'ma need my own hologram
I'm tryna live forever, not being [?] underground
Yay Area, this one's for the city, from the score to BK
Young king stay busy, fuck a brown bag
It feel good to have a black card
I'm sick of digging hoes in my backyard
[Chorus: Rod Wave]
On and off the plane in and out of states
On and off the road every day's a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it's better than the bottom
Told me to get 'em I got 'em no worry I got 'em
[Verse 2: Berner]
Six gram joint got my vision all blurry
This one's for the two-faced snakes that are thirsty
They look me in my eyes, then turn around and burn me
Money ain’t shit when you’re living in a hurry
Welcome to the rat race, king of the flat rate
The overnight plays probably paid for the Batcave
I lost 100 grand didn't care yeah I'm that paid
To get a little clout when they come around they act strange
We touched mills
And forgot how to love feel
You tried to wife her up
I made that bitch a drug mule
I pump fuel
Real gasoline
Dropped a hundred off and kept the over’s by the half a p
Im glad to be, sitting where I’m sittin’
(?), but they all lack vision
I bounce back like I'm fresh out of prison
Another meal cash I'm in my backyard digging
[Chorus: Rod Wave]
On and off the plane in the united states
Running off the road every day's a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it's better than the bottom
Told me to get 'em I got 'em no worry I got 'em
[Outro: Berner]
And this one's for the suckers you know we hold on to grudges
I'm balling balling and you’re way over budget
Right when you think I forgot
That's why I was sitting back
Ready to plot your boy got shot
