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Top Of The Line Lyrics - Top Of The Line - Rittz

Raised, in the home, of the brave, and begun 

Paving, the way, was embraced, by the slum 

Lay, with the strange, but his name, will become 

Top Of The Line, yeah 

 

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[Verse 1] 

I suppose that your eyes were closed the whole time 

I've been on the rise for almost five years 

But most of my peers they hope I nose dived 

Like an aircraft that crashed 

They congrats you, dap you 

When your back is turned they throw knives 

I ain't handicapped or slow or no average Joe 

I see past the smokin' strobelight 

Put me up against your favourite rapper 

You sayin' snap and harder than me, close but no dice 

The difference be in my consistency and I don't need MC's to ghost write 

Who you know that pitch to always throws strikes 

Everytime I get the ball across the goal line 

I done made it out the bottom on the slow climb 

If you talking to my dogs they all gon' cosign 

And I'm sitting on a gold mine (Gold Mine!) 

Songs I write are from the heart it ain't meant for the closed mind (Closed Mind!) 

This more than bars they're metaphors, it's a cure for the soul, I, (Soul, I!) 

Seal with the enemy rope and now I'm right here, closing by 

Third time's a charm, I already let them know, twice 

 

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Let me set the record straight I'm the best, there ain't no one better, fuckin' let the rest debate 

I accept the hate that'll desecrate I just set the pace 

Set to detonate, some that disagree 

Must be deaf cause they, underestimate 

Me, but that's okey 

I'mma let you scream, let it resonate 

Till they remember my name, I'm Rittz! 

 

Bitch and I'm back in the face like paow! 

Ain't nobody gonna come and take my crown 

They be takin' me for granted I be killin' everything you hearin' 

Gonna lyrically blaze eyebrows 

We ain't got to double time I do it 8 Mile style 

Born in P.A. and was raised down South 

Wanna make a city hit the stage 

I bounce, from the north side up, A-Town down 

Some of these MC's need CPR 

Listen to the wack MP3's I'm bored 

Your video is hard for me to sit through 

Like Kanye's speech at the MTV Awards 

(You on point Rittz?) Sí señor 

I got a pair of new shoes you probably never seen before 

I used to be dead broke with some cheap Louis V decor, inside a Regal that was leakin' oil 

But now I cost five G's for a feature the middle finger up begging for a confrontation 

And #FuckAnyoneWhoSaysHashtagInAConversation 

Man I throw the peace sign Assalamualaikum 

Cli-N-Tel was the crew and the congregation 

People thinkin' I've become complacent 

I'm just lookin' at the game feelin' nauseated 

Lotta' rappers goin' pop like a condom breakin' 

Sick of concentratin' on my skills when it's gonna be useless (Gone be useless) 

All the music I hear just sounds the same 

A bunch of wannabe Futures 

You wanna be Eazy 

You gotta be Ruthless 

You wanna be me 

Then you gotta me the smoothest 

Gonna seem breezy watchin' me do this 

Got a deep teacher and follow me students 

Hit 'em with the woah (woah!) 

That work everytime 

Then we start singing for the ho (ho!) 

Trippin off that line [?] 

Might overdose, all this dope I write 

A lotta rappers wanna act like rock stars 

When they square as fuck but that's me for real 

I got the pills and I'm fucking with a soft heart 

Fist fight with my girl in the hotel punching the mirror 

Breaking the door and the armoire 

Shit I can't recall the last 15 years wishing I could do an interview with Nardwuar 

I got an early morning flight to Hartsfield 

Taking airplane shots witha chilli chese hotdog 

Never gonna fall off, man I know I'm on now 

Got a bunch of unknown numbers in my call log 

People got me all wrong 

See my hair and the beanie and they get the wrong idea 

Say I look homeless shit my shoes 200 my shades 250 a pair 

Watch out you'll go blind 

By the diamonds the side of my pinky that sparkle and shine 

They call me Rittz, bitch 

Top of the line 

Ya-Uh-Yeah 

 

Cli-N-Tel man definetely in effect man 

If you ain't fuckin with Rittz, pretty much you ain't top of the line 

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