I’m the Top

I walk in — silence breaks,

They freeze up when I raise my face.

You wanted fire? Here’s the flame,

Watch your whole life go up in blaze.

I’m the top,

You’re a flop,

I’m the pressure, I don’t stop.

Every step — a bass drop,

Your girl’s in my fan club.

Glossy lips,

Midnight glance,

I’m no bad girl —

I’m a weapon in a dance.

Red lips — that’s your last light,

You hit the brakes when I walk by.

You don’t know how to handle me,

I’m sin in heels and luxury.

You gave iPhones?

I crushed the chip.

You bought diamonds?

I lit a cigarette with it.

I don’t chase “daddies”, I run the game,

You call it love — I call it flame.

I’m the top,

You’re a flop,

I’m the reason jaws drop.

Your crew’s still talking trash —

But their girls beg me nonstop.

“Too loud”? Nah, it’s my brand.

Too fast? That’s how I land.

I hit like thunder —

Sharp and clean with no command.

Boys in comments: “You’re so mean” —

But DM me like I’m their queen.

Your lyrics? Please. It’s cosplay rap.

I laugh so hard, I almost clapped.

You flex in the gym like “I’m a real man”,

I flex on the crowd — no need for a plan.

You wanted me sweet, quiet, and nice?

Go kiss your mom. I don’t play that life.

🖤 I’m the top, you’re not even close,

🖤 I’m the heat, you’re a ghost.

🖤 My pain’s your dream,

🖤 But baby, you can’t reach this queen.

I’m. The. Top.

You. Just. Flop.

Got it?