Nastee - Top Shotta lyrics

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Nastee - Top Shotta lyrics

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Intro: Joey Bada$$] Top Shotta Boy Ya feel me? Top Shotta Boy [Verse 1: Termanology] Sippin this liquor off the 8th floor balcony Thinkin' how I made the whole world bounce for me I had to bubble on the low and blow silently No longer wanna be the one to live violently Two baby mamas, two baby's, that's four mouth's to feed A hundred friends but none of em looking out for me Got tax issues, got debts, and got accountant fees But I just wanna heal my pain with this cloud of tree Is it all in my mind, or am I paranoid Is this karma in the air, one I can't avoid Can I lord? Ask you to gimme the strength to not lust for anything I can't afford I don't need no awards or nothing immature I was more thinking less nightmare And mental wars Thinking how my Aunt Tammy died last month Got me smoking every el like it's my last blunt I keep it humble don't chill with people that's ga**ed up Some of my friends rich, some of them on they last buck How could I stop showing you love cuz you had bad luck Anybody could vouch for me Any hood I get mad love [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] The fusillade get sprayed, never delayed I'm just coming for a blaze, every time I blaze Take a minute just to look back in the days As I reminisce the maze But I'm still a caged rat, that's a staged fact And you should page 8 that Trying to get the papers Caught up, up on the vapors Hiatus to my haters The pupil's dilators See 'em how they traitors And then they rate us greatest and then they slave us And enslave us in and engrave in our mind That we can't be the greatest "We wasted too much time" Taking time for granted The food of life I planted I pomegranate - Last man repping for the planet I guess they granted All my African Bambaataa patois Pot of gold, I make that Harry Potter "poof" You rappers not a sun; You not hotter Pick up like papa to the realest top shotta [Outro: Joey Bada$$] Top shotta boy