Top Five - Skibs

In life you get what u ask for

I push the gas to the floor

Who you popping xans for

I roll a swish I ash on these whores

I grew up different flying back and forth

In my nightmare she asks for divorce

Homies getting cash I’m the source shit I die for

Fly rhymes fly cars

Homie sits behind bars

Lift your head lord the sky is ours

Uh

The flyest don sitting by the dog

A legend to some by to most I’m am a dying dog

A life like mine is a life of art

Thank got the rest of these boys ain’t alive at all

In the east yo I feel like I’m the ralest one

Blood of a Sicilian

Hit it back we rally done

Taking those from dudes that ain’t done the shit I done

The answer to your problems is simply love

When I spit the shit is strictly for the fucking homies

If you gift it brother show me

I was taking Benztropine

To get rid of the Akathisia

Use to cop a sack of reefer

I got class without a teacher

Yeah they all used to laugh and joke

Now we all look back and wow

What I did was classic dope

I just took my pad and wrote

All I ever had was hope

And a pack of smokes

Good thing now I know

Real shit only shit I write

Before I die there’s a couple girls that I’m tryna pipe

I’m a simple guy they all tryna steal my vibe

I ain’t gone stop with these rhymes till I’m top five

I ain’t gone stop with these rhymes till I’m top five

I ain’t gone stop with these rhymes till I’m top five

Yeah

Young don

Everything I’m tryna get I seen in my eyelids

What is this surprising

Sent my homie Venmo who mix and master my shit

Living in the projects

Easts Meets West my clique we gone die rich

Stop right now if you’re gonna quit

We doing the realist shit

They all on some silly shit

They don’t know who they dealing with

Was raised on some silly shit

Couple bitches that I’m chilling with

Ones I really hit

Freedom on my mind

Freedom what I spit

I owe it all to those who really fucking love the kid

Iv heald back in the past

Didn’t want to split

From homies that count fucking commit

Fuck that shit

I deserve it

I’m worth it I know

This some shit only dead men know

I’m—turning pro while burning dope

They burning doe

Cut em off

Youll fucking grow

Feed your soul

Love is pain fuck the fame

The time you upped your game

Moving with a bitch from Spain

In the ocean while it rains

Posting tryna catch a wave

Looking up spot a plane

People hit me up for game

If ima prince of king

Call me by my name shorty call me by my name

Fuck the template

Out the way ima do my thing

Kissed the ring in my ear she’s been whispering

I show her that I’m listening

By my eyes glistening

They the regular guys I’m a different thing

And the meaning of my story hasn’t sunken in

Ain’t just that I love to spit

Ain’t just tryna fuck a bitch

Ain’t just tryna get fucking rich

Ima fucking shit

You gotta understand this

Rolling up my cannabis I got from Los Angeles

Fuck it I can handle it

All of these fucking bitch fucking scandals

Top five what I want dog I’m an animal