To Da Top

[Verse 1] If I go back to Cleveland with nada I'mma have one disappointed mama, no! I'mma have one disappointed fam, I'mma feel bad That I can't provide for my fam I can't help how my mom process Mr. Hutch told a nigga "young, learn to be the best" And if I can't do that mayne, what the fuck I'm living for? I got a pack of Newports and a super-bad whore I step out and I drink a lot of Hennessy Battle in my sleep with the demons tryna ruin me A bunch of discouraging words, saying that fame wasn't meant for me Take it back to Cleveland, you heard? I can't stop them from speaking Their visions are intense, got me laid out leaking Y'all don't know the half, kid cudi got issues mentally That I scribble down fast, like I won't fold, I can't fold I won't fold dogg, I can't fold Is what I say to myself over and over Cruising through the city in my black Range Rover [Hook] Heard em' whispering, I heard them talking now Now that I'm bubblin' Thought I forgot how you Tryna take me off my grind Yup, yup, they tryna take me off my grind But it's my time, boy We going straight to the top Watch me live, my nigga [Verse 2] When you making moves, everybody pounding you But when you down and out, niggas won't acknowledge you Sick to the stomach when I think about losing, but I like this music, so this the life that I'm choosing.. I had to find out who the real Scott was Meditated with the wolves, all focused to get my hunger back So alone, just me and an instrumental They say my music ain't normal Must be something up with my mental I don't spit about guns and drugs Well dumb fuck I don't know about guns and drugs I spit what I know, and you should too! But you won't, we all know, you wanna jock the next dude And you follow the next man Well I was born to be a leader so you know that I'mma follow my heart fam And I'mma roll with what my nigga Manny said "Keep your individuality because that's what's gonna get you bread" [Hook] Heard em' whispering, I heard them talking now Now that I'm bubblin' Thought I forgot how you Tryna take me off my grind Yup, yup, they tryna take me off my grind But it's my time, boy We going straight to the top Watch me live, my nigga [Verse 3] I ain't tryna make hits for the club no more I'm just tryna make hits for my niggas at war Day to day in the White Man's World Getting head from the white man's girl, that's me When I'm stressed Having dreams of a dark-skinned chick with big breasts While I'm thinking of steps to be king, just like in chess Kid Cudi won't rest, that's when I'm at my best Flow's good ? I see the rest mayne A lot of cats tryna make it happen through the music Truest thing about it is not everyone can do this Gotta spit it different from another nigga living If I ain't, I'm slippin And I'm never getting up With that in your head, dogg, I'm never giving up Looking up at the ceiling, chillin at my wake These lames gotta hate, see the lyrical wizardry Airing out my dirty laundry for these niggas that ?