Ab-Soul, Punch, Bad Lucc and Problem - Top Of The Diamond

Huh? Was it the rep?
Was it so our names could ring out
On some fuckin’ ghetto street corners man
Naw man
There’s games man beyond the fucking game

When you niggas stop playin’ I
Stop playin’ the field
Like Cali niggas in Vegas I want more
I’ve exceeded my limit, limited livin’
I didn’t want much, couple of trips
She need a clutch capture
My extravagant mind thinkin’ of new ways
To be better than most
And I’m rarely seen like a Blue Jay
Hall of fame shit, I been that
In my city I’m a wizard
Cali king, dance with the devil
Down in the blizzard, ah
I’m outchea runnin’ with scissors but fuck it
Greatness come with a price and
I have become it
Feelin’ some type of way and so they stare
Go to share
See all of this new age hype is like the
Watch me, kinda cocky I deserve to be
Decade in the booth so let’s be
Clear this shit is surgery
Sweat rag in my pocket cause
I’m known for goin’ in
I could do this in my sleep
So if you owe me ten

Abstract asshole
Dazzle the competition everywhere I tip toe
Had rappers on they heels
Way before the deal, bro
Deal with it, get off my dill pickle for real
From a place where you was raised
To keep a steel with you
Drop a splash of cognac to the
Pavement prayin’ they still with you
And they still miss you
Just missed the terrorist threats
Just after they went through
TSA with concealed missiles
In my carry-on luggage, you got a problem?
I’ll show you what bad luck is
I won’t even punch no pun intended
My president’s black and will fuck you up
And no it ain’t taken a nap
But the gun is tucked
Is it just me or is it that your time is up?
And every minute counts
Did you pass math or what?
Get to steppin’ before I pick you apart
Spit on your heart
Laugh at your pain like I did Kevin’s

The combination of Donald Goines
And Mickey Cohen
Literary gangsta to the core
Try and spar with the boy
Steph and Illy, ain’t no cake walk
This a wake waitin’ to happen
You niggas love nappin’
My Top Dawg faction runnin’ the atlas
Runnin’ amuck
On niggas who passed and wasn’t proactive
Yea that’s the walk of shame crawlin’ back
Call ‘em back once we get
A couple southern acts
Well, ain’t too much changed
Floor seat like a game
Mile high private planes
And we did it our way
Light years ahead of niggas, this is Stargate
Yea, the floss is real
Prove the million dollar deal
On the treadmill, I’m that trill
No more runnin’ in place
We’ll still run up in your place
And have you runnin’ your safe
Or I’ll have Mack do it

Make way for the ratchet rapper
The matress thrashin’
Outlastin’ the last rapper you
Thought was better
Weed colour lighter than feathers
I’m heavy high
Was dealin’ D before Heavy died
Got ‘em screamin’ like a scary ride
But this ain’t magic mountain
Fuck, then bust, taste the magic fountain
Go against me, that’s a tragic album
I’m the winner bitch
You the ugly hoes at the pageant poutin’
They flock garbage
Call out targets cocked and aim
Turn ‘em into past and fast forward
Lebron James
Yea we ballin’, feel like dunkin’ on a nigga
Pullin’ out with hoes, all in they face
Hollywood parkin’ on a nigga
See me shinin’ so there’s no
Need to discuss figures
Shit bumpin’, I’m poppin’
Watch out for puss nigga
Weed burn in your face like mace
Watch Puff nigga
And I turn my clubs all back on marks

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