Lonely At The Top

[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