Roads-Art - To The Top lyrics

[Verse 1: Maino] Let's take it to the top like a escalator To touch me, you need a elevator Black mob, my team strong, my style greater Smooth criminal, white linen on yellow gaiters Started with a dream to make it to a key Now, we hoppin' outta cars that never use a key Came out hard off credit cards and open schemes Now, it's women who make a livin' right on their knees All them nights, prayed a night for better days Feelin' like Biggie in them Versace Shades Vegas lights, sparkles bright, I got a wave Feelin' right, b**hes nice, I can't behave Chillin' in Miami with my Cuban piece She won't let me leave, grabbing on my Cuban linen Pop Models, pop mollies in large dose Pack light, pack hammers at them Award Shows [Verse 2: Raekwon] Smoke screen, cooler than them boats, sellin' choke, jump out, the whole world know us I'm only rich, floating Real Deal Bentley, n***as Feel them heaters, we them Beatles Pull out on family members, snaking leaders Quarter-Million sh** on the stove Got some real Brooklyn k**er-stack n***as with me Spit on your globe Got my Lawyer in the back of the foyer Eatin' sauteéd fish, pa** the goya My gun named Toya Marble Floors in the Benz The rims is regular Come through, new lots ? Adorned with a sword in his leather And I've been on the walls In Ossining. And bring it back The best and my cleaver came with me Yo, King with me, reload quickly I'm surely down fifty a cheeba, elloquently I relax in the Waldorf Under the covers, and the sword off Sweat this sh**, growing a mohawk Ready to blow off