Verse 1: (M-Dot) I drink the bottle from the bottom to the bottle tip Bottomless bottom acknowledge I got problems kid They say I probably need one of those lobotomies It don't bother me just wait for them to fall asleep We got a ditch dug out by my bottom bitch You talk a lot of shit you sweeter than chocolate It's the truth man bottom of the food chain I bodied your boys bodies in the suitcase I bought him a suit to rock in the casket Please pardon my crew their thoughts are a hazard Hope you fall backwards in a bottomless pit Yo, who brought the new spliff and who's hogging dude's shit? Just a bottom dweller, ambitions of Rockefeller My missions to a capella as millions will stop and tell 'ya You're the best that did it hands down, no debate Bottom to the top my plans now to motivate Chorus 1: (Philly G) From the bottom to the top, we got it on lock I know its 'bout to pop X2 From the bottom to the top, I got it on lock Man, I know its 'bout to pop X2 We got 'em From the bottom to the top, man we got it on lock Waiting for this shit to drop, come on X2 Yea we got it on lock From the bottom to the top Go from bottom to the top X2 Verse 2: (Philly G) Top of the morning it's the top of the hour If you top of the food chain I'll stop to devour If you watch how I do things off the top of the mind And this is not by design that I am top of the line And I got bars for days the competition not ready I'm getting hype 'cause the top looking top heavy Hands steady with my eyes on the guap Spent twenty-five years trying to rise to the top I'm the top dog, top tier and I'm top notch Tip-top shape I'll be coming for the top spot Put it down need a crown no top hat I'm crusin' getting topped off with the top back Any situation you know I'm a rock with it Whatever's on the plate, Ima' only eat the top of it Word to moms and word to my pops I know I'm winning 'Cause I can get it spinnin' like tops, I'm gone Chorus 2: (Philly G) From the bottom to the top, we got it on lock I know its 'bout to pop X2 From the bottom to the top, I got it on lock Man, I know its 'bout to pop X2 We got 'em From the bottom to the top, man we got it on lock Waiting for this shit to drop, come on X2 Yea we got it on lock From the bottom to the top We got 'em X2 Now watch 'em Go from bottom to the top X2 From the bottom to the top X2 We got 'em X2

Verse 1: (Baylen) I got the juice lets get it bruh, lets go for it Spillin' out all the truth, I'm on that stoner shit (Philly G) Take the booth on a ride, we on some so far shit Ain't no closing your eyes, this ain't no sofa shit Give away a surprise, we on some Oprah shit (Baylen) I ain't fucking with fries, I'm on that Oprah shit And I open they eyes like the pope was lit (Philly G) Big bread on my mind, the whole loaf and shit (Baylen) Aight hold up, chill out, kick back Ain't no need to bring the pill out, at the kick back (Philly G) Put away the blanket, po' up, drank it Turn it to the right side, turn up, crank it (Baylen) Crank it on, now we rollin the chron And every time we get to this point I want to go to the moon (Philly G) It's on, I got my phone and it's blowin' up And if you vibe real low you know it's goin' up (Baylen) I can't believe they told me chill, do they know who I am? Off the hinge to the binge is what I do to them Like a fucking syringe I get through to them (Philly G) Competition up in the gym's, I be chewin' them Bubble gum, my pen game is insane my end game is as long as the M train (Baylen) I'm on Brooklyn 'bout to hop on the J Now I'm in my kitchen cookin' 'bout to hop on a j, ay Everything in moderation, nigga fuck that (Philly G) And me and Bo wanna roll no hubcaps Bringin' ho's to the shows via bus pass (Baylen) They see the green, I get mean like "Don't touch that!" Chorus 1: (Baylen) I take a sip and then I go and take another one And then another one X2 I take a hit and then I go and take another one And then another one X2 I take a dip and then I go and take another one And then another one X2 I take a trip and then I go and take another one And then another one X2 Verse 2: (Baylen) So willing for the excess, "excessable" To anything that you need that's professional BMW XS, don't mess with you And I don't fuck up commas, I fuck up decimals (Philly G) X to the exit, now I can exhale the excellence Ha, now watch me exhale to the X-rated Most hated by the sourpuss Annihilated, faded off the sour kush (Baylen) That's a OG cross if you ain't know Come through to the crib for the dank show How could I not get another one of those When that stanky-ass pot was just tanglin' my nose, woah (Philly G) My nigga open up the jar top Vroom-vroom burnin', pullin' off the car lot Corner stone, Backwoods no cigar shop I roll another one then pour another tall shot Chorus 2: (Philly G) I take a sip and then I go and take another one Another one and then another one I take a hit and then I go and take another one Another one and then another one I take a dip and then I go and take another one Another one then another one I take a trip and then I go and take another one Another one and then another one (Baylen) And then another one (Philly G) Another one (Baylen) And then another one

Verse 1: If I drop a hundred better get two hundred off it If it don't got a profit then I don't want it off it Offers off the table if it don't feed shit Then when it comes to stacks and racks I be on g shit Ain't tryin' to blow it, I'm tryin' to keep it So I spend it, get it back and then repeat it Momma ain't raise me to be up on some street shit But the world fiending for money I take society Driving on comm ain't go fast as the T's did So I hop on the train, so I could beat shit Beat the clock like I box with the train, get it mane Been doing this forever with a car I don't need a train Over your head when I use this dough to get bread Fuck a bank investment I'm the one they go to instead So if you need a flip of decent shit Then I'm the one you're meeting with Blow that Garage Band There's one Logic you gotta' Reason with Chorus 1: If you drop it then make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X2 If you drop it then make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X4 'Cause If I drop it I make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X4 If you drop it then make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back Verse 2: I'm like, team flip who's acrobatin' 'em wit' me? Shouts to the loud, Bobby Brown and packs of the Whitney You wit' me? Yo we can get some money to this Aw shh, we could shmoney to this Keep the money on the hush it's on the low down And you don't get to cook with us if you never throw down Get up out the kitchen bitch, I don't need your flicking wrist And your ingredients, don't think that they mix with this naw But you can catch me twistin' this raw At the back of the party free advertisement for y'all Swear to god money just important as the time So I'm using every single second to go after mine Not enough time but there's more than enough for loot So you better have a couple zeros for I fuck wit' you I been trusted too frequently So I'm about to change my frequency to only rich niggas be with me You peepin' me? You see where I am comin' from? I'm on my DJ Khaled shit with stacks I need another one Blowin' money partying yeah I was being dumb for fun But now I smartened up and I'm ready to cop a fucking ton Chorus 2: 'Cause If I drop it I make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X4 If you drop it then make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X2 If I drop it I make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X4 If you drop it then make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X2 If you drop it then make sure you get your house back House back X2 If you cop it then make sure you get your ounce back Ounce back X2 Whatever you coppin' make sure that it's a loud pack Loud pack X2 Whatever you droppin' make sure you get that amount back Amount back X2 Verse 3: It's coming back to me, I'm waiting while I'm rappin' It's coming back to me, man back in May I was stackin' It's coming back to me, I can make something go platinum No, I'm a salesman I can make something gold platinum I take a trip then make a flip, break it down bacon bits I bring the party favors so that I don't have to pay for it They take my phone number and saving it as they favorite 'Cause I'm the type of dude you really want to do a favor wit' Never know what you make for it, I don't ever wait for shit Right now I am weighin' shit Did I say that shit? You can't make that shit Up is where I'm comin' and I might need me a plane to whip Momma told me shoot for the stars, so I'm aimin' it A beast and you ain't taming it, swear your boy is dangerous It's Christmas and I'm feeling like Santa because I'm slaying shit Work the block from eight to six, fuck yea I'm gon' take the risk Only one golden rule if you gon' make the flips Chorus 3: If you drop it then make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X2 If you drop it then make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X4 If I drop it I make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X2 If I drop it I make sure it's gon' bounce back Bounce back X4 If you drop it then make sure you get your house back House back X2 If you cop it then make sure you get your ounce back Ounce back X2 Whatever you coppin' make sure that it's a loud pack Loud pack X2 Whatever you droppin' make sure you get that amount back Amount back X2

Verse 1: Money in my pocket every thing is gon' be fine X2 I don't be rapping on trap shit, I just be living in trap shit I don't be paying no taxes, money be under the mattress Most of my money through rap shit, flow be on point like a cactus Nigga I don't need no practice and I ain't gonna tell you my tactics And I ain't gonna tell you my address, could be anywhere on the atlas I'm moving, I'm living, I'm active it's hard to keep up with the madness Probably gon' bag me an actress, probably 'cause I'm so attractive Probably 'cause I got the molly, the xanny The sticky, the henny and acid Now I'm working hard trying to find another way To stack bread for the family 'Cause a nigga never want to be the type To have to say no to the family I ain't giving up and I ain't giving nothing I ain't change up fuck a plan b Now I'm writing daily and I'm killing records 'Til I take the fam to the Grammys Now I'm in the woods like Bambi, got a bag of goods no candy When I'm in the hood they can't jam me Make sure that a hater can't stand me On tracks I'm better than average, I'm a savage like Randy Been in the game five years And all of my knowledge be coming in handy Chorus 1: Hustle Hard, grind, money on my mind Walking on the line but I kill 'em every time Hustle Hard, grind, money on my mind Money in my pocket every thing is gon' be fine Hustle Hard, grind, money on my mind Walking on the line but I kill 'em every time Hustle Hard, grind, money on my mind Money in my pocket every thing is gon' be fine Hustle Hard Verse 2: I don't be rapping on trap shit, I just be living in trap shit The way that I'm living fantastic, until they put me in the casket Ima' be giving you classics, 'cause I don't be making no wack shit They gave me the throne, I stay in the zone By rolling up and getting blasted Seeing the world through my glasses, money be up in elastics Every dollar is an asset, I'm getting it fresh out the plastic I'm smoking a lot, don't want me to stop I hope that I don't get distracted Controlling the block, they throw me the rock I'm takin' it straight to the basket Now I'm ballin' like I need a scholarship But I don't know if Ima' ever get it But my momma always told me Ima' be the one to get it done until I finish So I'm going in and I ain't coming out Until I show my momma that I did it But I feel it coming since I got it going, Ima' get it poppin' any minute Now I'm off the wall like MJ, moonwalk to them papers You don't talk money than no comprende, I let you talk to them haters I ain't got time, too much be up on my mind Been goin' hard with that tunnel vision I been cooking up and I can smell the kitchen You don't watch me you watch television Chorus 2: Hustle Hard, grind, money on my mind Walking on the line but I kill 'em every time Hustle Hard, grind, money on my mind Money in my pocket every thing is gon' be fine Hustle Hard, grind, money on my mind Walking on the line but I kill 'em every time Hustle Hard, grind, money on my mind Money in my pocket every thing is gon' be fine Hustle Hard Money in my pocket every thing is gon' be fine Hustle Hard Money in my pocket every thing is gon' be fine

Intro: "Nice to meet you" said he "The pleasures mine" said she "Your smiles refined" said he "Care to dine?" said she "Where to?" said he "Anywhere" said she "You don't care?" said he "Only if you do" said she "A glass of wine" said he "A merry time" said she "A bite to eat" said he "A few drinks" said she "Bills" said he "I've had my fill" said she "Too much liquor" said he "I saw your twitter" said she Verse 1: She got black lives matter in her bio Ask her how many real niggas she swipe right for How many she would die for, rhetorical question So Ima' keep my eyes closed, still fuck her in my doc Martens Can't multitask so I asked to stop sucking while I'm parallel parking Inside the whip like a spaceship and she go full throttle in the cockpit Said that she don't swallow, that's another conversation She non-confrontational I'm busting on her chin, that's a organic facial She cute but replaceable, get pussy in abundance Why would I ever chase you, I don't want to be your friend I just want to taste you, love her German laugh Saved her name in my phone as Mrs. Foreign Faithful Places I wanna' take you Go half on a baby wit' you, least try to fake it with you Baby can I wake up with you? Chorus 1: And put some smoke up in the air Smokers over here, smokers over there Yea there's smokers everywhere Eyes low but I can see clear Drake your girl like take care You niggas better beware yea And put some smoke up in the air Smokers over here, smokers over there Yea there's smokers everywhere It's a throne not a chair Homecoming I'm the heir Just text your bitch, get here Verse 2: She at my location like Foursquare Groping and hoping for a love affair And she's looking like it's fashion week Emoji and the spring/summer seventeen Acne Studios I'm like - that's what be attracting me Even knew the Basquait art piece tatted on me Off-White! she liked my style, I smile and say "I'm flattered homie" Newborn fresh, they try to put a pamper on me A simple, peaceful vegan, still keep the hammer on me 'Cause I know she got a man and somehow enamored of me Said she was a model and she famous I knew this girl was dangerous She rare like me, we some endangered species Them lames got no game, DM's be looking cheesy and suspect All she want is rough sex and I'm up next Drop love and not bombs, still out for my revenge You niggas some Ian Con's Chorus 2: And put some smoke up in the air Put the smoke up in the air Eyes low but I can see clear Drake your girl like take care You niggas better beware And put some smoke up in the air Put the smoke up in the air It's a throne not a chair Homecoming I'm the heir Just text your bitch, get here

Verse 1: (Mr. Hip) Her texts so random, she say I'm super handsome Wanna' take selfies with her iPhone camera No propaganda they lack perception Can't see perspective, I provide direction Interception defensive reception Up the sideline like I'm twenty-one, no savage This is Deon Sanders in his prime Prime time limelight game tight Mr. Motherfucking Hip, better get my name right Fucked her this morning hit her friend in the same night Mack tag her jewels so my chain shine bright When she see the rag & bone watch these bitches bite Thought I gave her dick but she say I give her life Rolling up a joint while she packing up the pipe Swag on point, do vegans taste better? Best believe the hype Didn't want to fall in love that's her biggest gripe She fuck with the vision 3K like, you are the prototype Chorus: She fucking with the vision Too many fake friends fucking with the vision Play my new song, say she gon' listen She fucking with the vision, that's her best decision Fucking with the vision On the road to riches best friends go missing Blinded to the vision Fucking with the vision, she gon' be here in a minute Fucking with the vision, know they fucking with the vision Verse 2: (Philly G) I rock glasses my vision is clearest through the crystal Making sure the pistol is near to send a missile I ain't gon' be missing it here It ain't nothing to disappear like the piff in the air Sippin' the beer while I'm smoking the blunt with plenny' henny' When it comes to the money the vision is 20/20 I got paper in my pocket and paper that's on the roll If I paint a perfect picture I'll probably be painting gold Drink slow up on that water, the cup is full of power The sun behind the clouds will open up to grow a flower I'm not a botanist but planting seeds while I'm watching this Avoiding politics, digging like an archaeologist No apologies, too high up in astrology Can't follow me, mask off ain't no halloween Trick-or-treating but I fuck up the condition You know what I be whipping when I cook up in the kitchen Chorus

Verse 1: The moment feels righteous, connection your inner vibe Telling me to take a chance, yea girl you wanna' ride? Hate rejection but somehow I took a chance Opportunity, alone time I advance Like speed dating rushing for an interview K excited, no telling what I'm fittna' do It's subliminal, conversations minimal Your friends see the energy, I'm the one that's gettin' you Private times send your girls on the ride home Hop a flight take you to another time zone Like Patron? Henny' for the kid here Introduce you to my mother, see I'm sincere This dude's smart, I know you need a new start Frustrated how he trampled your heart I play my part baby girl ain't no settlin' So welcome to the world of some gentleman Chorus 1: I don't open up like this girl normally Grab the keys and hit the door now no delay Some alone time tell your friends go away And we can kick it us two just me and you X2 Verse 2: Too much pressure I've been going through in this world When I look into your eyes I see a good girl You're my release the only one I talk to They say I'm a dog, don't let your homies knock you Remember the times and beaches we done walk through Grindin' on floors and clubs while they watch you I made you a queen get worshipped into one night We on some grown man shit ain't no gun fight Classiest places I bring you so you could tell All your girlfriends how did K treated well I'm seated, L momma we could twist it up Hit the dance floor bottles we can lift it up After the club take a quick sabbatical Never thought me and you would be compatible Now I'm grabbin you, come here I pull you close Whisper in your ear, baby girl who you love the most Chorus 2: I don't open up like this girl normally Grab the keys and hit the door now no delay Some alone time tell your friends go away And we can kick it us two just me and you X2 normally, no delay, go away, just me and you normally, no delay, just me and you

Chorus: Halfway, halfway Snap a xanny I don't need a whole one just a halfway Had a po' one fo, po' one fo, halfway Thats the only thing you ever catch them doing halfway Halfway, halfway Anything in life you ever do don't do it halfway Boston out to Worcester free medina we be halfway If you need to see us then you gonna' meet us halfway Halfway, halfway Homie just came home to stay they thrown him in the halfway Caught 'em walking home I had to in the pathway Told 'em it's to much to meet me halfway Verse: I twist a j and then my day begin If they don't believe in reason then they athiest For polarity I brought in Damien Familiarity both sides helping with the game we in We put in work so they can't play with us We heard some fuck niggas taking aim at us We wasn't concerned in the least aint we quiz I make this shit go left and say It's a shame that it came to this 'Cause you aint in the least bit dangerous And consequences tend to be permanent Since you insist on mistake making Then Ima' witness your missteps Internalize them and learn from 'em Murderlize 'em go get a earn for 'em Twirl 'em like my fire while burning weed There's six degrees of separation Between any exchange with strangers Investigated to third degree That's halfway, burning 'em the bad way Burning 'em so bad I told shorty to pass the ashtray Question that she ask me 'bout degrees Why the six and three mean half? Do the math bae Mad j's, act stay, splash stay, catch waves Bad grades up, full of sunshine for bad days Shorties round here don't play catch, they catch plays And I get mine ski mask way, the fast way Halfway, So what's that say? Know how your ass got catched You cant chastise 'em for bad grades Sayin' that they don't pay attention But they know that money talk And they listen to what that cash say From Framingham we call it free medina We'll bang the hammer and we'll flee the scen-a We came to jam and rearrange your plan From Boston out to Worcester Gotta' see my town we in-between the Chorus

Verse 1: (Philly G) We ridin' round, we gettin' it On this side of town that's how my niggas spittin' it I lie you down, it's gettin' intimate And we ain't celibate we gettin' into it My penmanship has been legit, I've been the shit I influence the elements, intelligence is infinite Again I get to enter then I finish it I meant to have to enter in the center with the diligence I'm hardworking but my pay slow She got her ass high and her face low She walk by but I couldn't let that cake go Two more times like, what the hell we need a break for I got stamina, fosho' I'm not a amateur You could make a movie on your iPhone camera Moving like a animal, I know how to handle 'ya Know that I could only have a one night stand withcha' Chorus 1: (Philly G) You only gettin' one night X8 Verse 2: (Baylen) Only got one night for that ass And you lookin' right with that ass And it might be Bo you never know Whenever the right man will pass So fuck it just take a chance Ima' take one for you Make sure you comfortable 'fore I have fun with you Bitch it's Bo lets twist this dro' and take it to the crib Mrs. don't know what I live this for She gon' find out how I live, woah She give me top like a lid, woah When the sun come up is when I dip out Sorry I'm out of this bitch ho I gotta' know rasta and I might have to ridiculous But after one night it's a wrap like a christmas gift Can you smell what I'm cookin'? Babygirl are you sniffin' this And I guarantee no man but me Is gonna' get you as lit as this One night for the best night of your life see And when I try to go she gon' entice me An icy little bitch that bitch so icy She tryna' turn this one night into nightly but Chorus 2: (Baylen) You only gettin' one night X8 Outro: (Philly G) We ridin' round, we gettin' it On this side of town that's how my niggas spittin' it I lie you down, it's gettin' intimate And we ain't celibate we gettin' into it X2 (Baylen) One night for the best night of your life see And when I try to go she gon' entice me An icy little bitch that bitch so icy She tryna' turn this one night into nightly X2 You only gettin' one night X2

Verse 1: It's Pete Genesis, I'm getting high Cuz' I fly on the back of pegasus I don't know why but I try to remain competitive The top author king Arthur my arch nemesis Ten steps ahead of this Man I've been chiefing and sipping that brown medicine Show me where the exit is, I will not remember this Meditating listening to Bob Marley Exodus Excellence pouring out my mouth and this is evidence Rap for dead presidents, but what about the living Obama probably chiefing when eating on thanksgiving And if that nigga chiefing I'ma be chiefing and eating too Home cooked, by this yellow thing I call her pikachu I got the vibe to get you high for like a week or two It's beautiful in your cubicle or your vehicle Turn it to the right and get the bass up high See me sleeping with the birds so I can wake up fly I know you liking and loving the way I'm rappin' clear You know Phil's so chill maybe grab a beer Creep mode, Oladipo, I brought the magic here And now the king of all the love like the Cavaliers Chorus: Lebron time when I get on the stage And I be like a fine wine how I'm better with age So I'ma ride out X2 Verse 2: It's Pete Guatemala Pretty women see me winnin' so they wanna' holla' I don't give it to the women if they wanna' dolla' I ain't trippin', I ain't mad that she can spot a balla' So I just pop my colla' Yo this ones for all the marbles out the mancala Sorry Ill be comin out of Ghana But you don't understand the language we talk alotta' you don't understand the truth and that's a lot of drama I'm empathetic for niggas who rap pathetic I'm too sick for the medic, my two lips gonna' shred it I move quick I'ma say it how it need to be Easily I make it look, but things ain't always what they seem to be I keep the blade sharp ready for poking With a fresh pack of woods I'll be ready for smoking I trust gods plan is already in motion I can feel it in the air I see the energy floatin' I can grab it, hold it, throw in my jacket Close it, open up and let my passion expose it It's hard to count my blessings when they happening so quick But not fast enough so I'm back and I'm focused I hit rock bottom now I rap for the hopeless You sleeping on me you gon' take a nap with the homeless Cause I'm back with the vultures I'm rapping the dopest, my rapping explosive Gettin' back to my old shit It's Chorus