To The Top

(GC)
(Dread Pitt)
(Emmillienne)
Yeah when it's over
We'll be looking back
Thanking God for closure
Can't take control of
Anything that we're
Not even supposed to
Let go leave the past
Behind me (behind)
Let go of the broken things (uhuh)
Good times you know where to find me
Coming out of hiding (yeah yeah)
So no excuse I gotta flex
On my God He is the best
Yeah He better than the rest
Can't compare Him
Put it to the test
Yes yes
Yes I am blessed
Came up from the south side
My life it was a mess
My momma up and left
My daddy never rest
Left me so lonely
Took a toll on me
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
These demons they attacked
Now they running from me
Victory
The victory
It's tasting so sweet
Money pan we mind
So we no care weh dem a say
Food afi in a mouth
And afi reach yah everyday
The look pan mama face dat
Mek a youth go grip a K
Jump aga do porch
In a di crep go flip di yay
Ready fi the streets
Mi lickle g
And him and say yeah
As him lift it up
It's like a pro how him a sway
Uno betta run or hop
A fence if you no pay
Him say him a big man now
Cause di girls dem a say: Raaayyy
Big up to my thugs them
And the girls dem a Belize
All a Beijing dem call
The yaadie Trappanese
Know fi make a dollar
So a we dem want to squeeze
Say them love me long time
And ready fi drop a knee
If it ain't about money
No bother give we no chat
Me no even want sleep
Not even go take a nap
Have to make it out
Even if the clappers have to clap
Even in a drought
By any means, me rim a flat
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done (not done, not done)
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
These demons they attacked
Now they running from me
Victory
The victory
It's tasting so sweet
Easy no general
I beg you pardon
A we say cut the government
No trust the parliam
Buy me own a food and me
No trust the bar them
If a no guns a must y gyal
How we a bust upon them
When ghetto youths
A lift up beg you do no bar them
Big up down a Calabar
Big up Ardenne
Big up round a Far Rock
Big up Harlem
Ghetto youths don't take
What them a give you give
Them problems
Struggle man a struggle
Trust me it no easy
Money have to make even
If me have to squeeze it
Catch you at the light
And no me no have no squeegee
One in a the head
3 points, Beasley
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred
Keep on running
No I'm not done
Never gonna stop
Got my God on me
Yeah He for me
Yeah He for me
He won't ever leave me lonely, yeeh
Hustle man a hustle
No mi nah go lay down
You think it was a car wash
The way it spray down
Non a dem no bad the whole
A them a bare gums
If it wasn't for music
Me would a fire bare guns
Gotta make it to the top
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred
Keep on running
Not done (not done, not done)
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
These demons they attacked
Now they running from me
Victory
The victory
It's tasting so sweet