On Top of It

It's the D-D-Dramatics, duh.

Stay on top of it, cuz if you don't, you're already cooked.

Every day I keep up the pace,

I cannot afford to catch case.

When I light it up you know it be laced,

And I like my drinks with the strongest of taste.

I stay at the top, high like an attic,

Runnin from cops, that is the tactic.

Fresh pack of opps, way too dramatic,

I got that heat, I'm gonna pack it.

Give me the rack or I'll jump you like rabbits,

If you get shot, I won't call it tragic.

I disappear, I call it magic,

And if your girl here, yeah we'll get at it.

Wrap around, wrap around, carry a pack of rounds,

Gyat gyat gyat, yeah that is my drive by sound.

If you like parties, bring me some liquor,

But if you got beef, it's gonna get sicker,

I'll pull my trigger, before you realize.

Smoked like my cigar, ashes then vaporized (pew).

I remain at the top, I cannot stop,

Say the wrong words and you can get shot.

I got a Glock, I don't like your talk,

I'm gonna cock it, you are so cooked,

I am the judge and I'm throwing the book.

I won't be caught, quick like a hawk,

My respect and loyalty cannot be bought.

So don't test me, don't test me.

The cops are too scared to arrest me,

I am the O.G., I'm the G.O.A.T., if you come for me I hope you can take me.

This could be fatal, you're making me crazy,

Can't take my time, but my vision is hazy.

I hustle and grind, no time to be lazy.

I am too cold with it, I got that A.C.

(Woah)

So please, remember this one thing,

I hold onto pride, cuz I am the king.

I got that drip, and I run this block,

Don't even test me or you may get whopped.

So don't test me, don't test me,

A missing person report would be interesting.

I am the O.G., quick like a hawk,

Greatest of all time, I won't be caught.

The knowledge I have is self taught.

I am hard, like the Rock. So clean with it, you can call me Mister.

I'm good with my tongue like a twister.

I pack heat so hot, it'll give you blisters.

I feel like a lion on the attack. That's why I got me a MAC.

Screw Isaac Newton,

I'm throwing an apple if you turn your back.

Full tack. (Ay, where you going?)

Man, this was bussin, but I can't keep trippin like this.

(Ay! Hey! We're in the studio though.)

Young gooner, mayday!

(It's the C-C-C-Cadillacs.)

Mr. Wide eyed.

(Busting on the beat, bro.)