[Intro:]
Ha ha, S to the A man
Yeah!
[Chorus]
I'm on my way to the top, no frontin
Y'all couldn't pay me to stop, no nothin
Stayed on my own and keep my pace, I'm runnin
Cause I'm on my way up, I'm on my way up
It is y'all comin with me - elevator ride to the top
Y'all can come with me - elevator ride to the top
I don't think y'all hear me - we gon' take a ride to the top
It is y'all comin with me - we gon' take a ride to the top
I'm on my way up
And I ain't NEVER comin down clown
Bang you from every angle like surround sound
Bow down, pay homage to my hustle man
Stop gettin mad cause I be showin off my muscles man
I work hard for 'em, so damn right I'ma show 'em
You think I do that shit for fun? I don't think so son
I'm in the gym like young Muhammad and them
He said to make it to the top that I gotta get it in
And in the studio you should already know what I'm cookin up
Every other year I got this rap shit shooken up
Whoever hot at the time know if he got outta line
then I'm droppin a rhyme to put a stop to his shine
I'm, much more than punchlines and metaphors
The skill level is light years ahead of yours
So feel free to critique my mystique
The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak
[Chorus]
And like I said, I ain't comin down
I did everything one can do on the underground
Mixtapes, tours, made a couple hundred thou'
But people want that "Greatest Story" and they want it now
The powers that be don't wanna let my message out
My words are equal to somethin put in the stress about
I made a song "Color Purple," they refused to push it
That was a song that could do stuff the Southern music couldn't
"Pain in My Life," the proof was in the pudding
Plus I'm a rapper that could act as good as Cuba Gooding
The black-ballin was obvious, I walk, they say "Look he leavin"
What kinda guy'll retire before his rookie season?
I plan, plot, strategize different ways to make it
Cause when you real as I am you face major hatred
Feel free to critique my mystique
The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak
[Chorus]
They target us like hate, target at Colin
Corey got on the train and startin poppin shots into people noggins
It's not surprisin why my people still get knocked for robbin
'Sposed to just watch you cop shit to drive in? We barely survivin
You crazy or just out of your noggin? Look dawg
I'm really [?] shit, none of y'all spotted it
That's the problem with kids, you niggaz got slum topics
Talk about you from projects, you sold the bubblegum droplets
All you hear is Hummers, drop six; for every nigga with a drop six
it's two niggaz with hoopties probably fuckin y'all chicks
A hot spit, think you could stand a glock
Rockets are brolic like rocks are solid, you sweet as a box of chocolates
I'm takin off to the top like a rocket
I gotta get to the profit and nada is gonna stop it
So feel free to critique my mystique
The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak
Speak
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Uhh, break it down now
Break it (no frontin) no frontin y'all
(No nothin) Nothin gon' stop me man!
(I'm runnin) I'm on my way up yo!
Check it (I'm on my way up)
Who comin with me?
How many people comin with me?
Now everybody come (with me) c'mon
DJ Corb', Saigon the Yardfather
Break it down (way up)
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