Lyrics

On Top of My Game

I’m on top of my game, like an All-American jock like Biggie and Pac; I’m nice with the roc like Jigga let me pull up my socks, had a dream I would write the illest bars on the block.
I’m top of my game, lately I ain’t feeling the same; I’m on top of my game, put some respect on my name.

They say I rip like a tombstone, the only rapper shining bright with no jewels on; can’t you see I run this game with no shoes on, and despite my ankle sprain bro I’m too strong.
They tried to D me up, keep me from the cup; but I’m Kobe in the clutch, add these buckets up; I’m hall of fame with my name, you just such and such, stay out the lane if your frame isn’t tough enough.
This is bully ball, can’t you feel the pressure; product of poverty don’t bother me I’m feeling lesser, hell of pride on my inside, I stand tall like I’m 6’5, never switched side.
I’m from Cali where we just grind, like a pair of bad breaks but my whip fine; money long like a grape vine, it takes time had to wait in line. A patient mind leads to making dimes.

Verse 2
Dear pastor, this kid was born a bastard see all the pain plastered; regardless earned my masters; yo my granny was a southern Baptist, cornbread and catfish; man I’m missing that dish.
Rest in peace to my Mona Lis, she held me down when my momma was out running streets; my grandparents had me every week, I used to chill out on the porch smelling swisher sweets.
From California where they twist the leaf, we play keeps; don’t be slipping watch your feet’s in these streets, this for my peeps.
I’m in it plenty deep, the henny speaks drink myself to sleep; I got a problem I admit I’m weak, once again I speak on topics that reveal the beast that hiding underneath, I’m riding with the chiefs.
Cuz in the end I will always win, forgive my sins Jesus let me in.

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