Top Down

She asked to give me some top and I’m down
Head feeling loose ‘cos I’m lit off the brown
All of my brothers, they stay of the ground
I lift ‘em up if they been sticking round
Too many times I been stuck in this game
Where women only want money and fame
I cannot wife a hoe, I’d feel ashamed
Too many thots I can’t get out this brain
Stupid ass bitch just say less
No you can’t get my pay check
You old news just face it
Need a real girl not basic
And if the question was you or me
Know that I never choose you, just me
Never look at you and fake it
Got a feeling we won’t make it
Yeah, I guess I
(Verse 1: DON RCS)
Know that I cannot change
Stuck in my ways, no feelings for you
I’m too proud to beg
So what’s been said been said know that’s true
You can’t love me girl
Still not over your ex, that’s on you
You can’t fool me girl
I know your past man lied and taught you
Three calls and two texts
I know that you don’t want leave
You say that you got me
So I just throw it deep
You catch it, then you fumble it
Know that you ain’t for me
Déjà vu, know others
Hurt you, the way you hurt me
(Chorus: DON RCS)
She asked to give me some top and I’m down
Head feeling loose ‘cos I’m lit off the brown
All of my brothers, they stay of the ground
I lift ‘em up if they been sticking round
Too many times I been stuck in this game
Where women only want money and fame
I cannot wife a hoe, I’d feel ashamed
Too many thots I can’t get out this brain
Stupid ass bitch just say less
No you can’t get my pay check
You old news just face it
Need a real girl not basic
And if the question was you or me
Know that I never choose you, just me
Never look at you and fake it
Got a feeling we won’t make it
Yeah, I guess I
(Verse 2: BLESSED)
I guess I
I’m on fire like left eye
Too fly like I’m redeye
When I shoot I don’t miss I’m a deadeye
I don’t ride through the city, glide through the city
And I’m ‘bout to slide on a biddie, vibe with a biddie
And yeah I pour some wine for a biddie, dine on a biddie
Took a trip down to burn city woah
She know I got cash in my hand
I know she get cash when she dance
Baby put that ass in my pants woah
All your plans I’m changing
All your friends are so dangerous
I’m not superman, I’m not saving
(Chorus: DON RCS)
She asked to give me some top and im down
Head feeling loose cos im lit off the brown
All of my brothers they stay of the ground
I lift em up if they been sticking round
Too many times I been stuck in this game
Where women only want money and fame
I cannot wife a hoe, I’d feel ashamed
Too many thots I can’t get out this brain
Stupid ass bitch just say less
No you can’t get my paycheck
You old news just face it
Need a real girl not basic
And if the question was you or me
Know that I never choose you just me
Never look at you and fake it
Gotta feeling we won’t make it
Yeah I guess I