T.J. - Reach The Top lyrics

[Intro: Foolio] Damn jhit, damn jhit. I heard your a** slinging that kay. It's straight though man, just keep your head high, you know what I'm saying. Keep it MK [Hook: Foolio] I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day i'm gon' reach the top. I'm countin' my bets and that 40 a weapon, my shorty be loadin' that Glock. No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops These n***as be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot. And really he playin' it fake, you let that boy eat off your plate. Now you bout' catching a case, now your a** slingin' that kay. Now your a** hittin' them licks, now your a** f** with the six, now your a** posting them bricks. I'm one-hundred ain't switching for sh** [Verse 1: Foolio] Hop out, chop out, pop out, Glock out, mop out, long clip in the drop-out. You and Zizza in a picture with the n***a, silly n***a, all that friendly a** sh** get you cropped out. On this block, in the drop, smoke an opp, say he k** em' bout' his homie, need more a** n***a pop out. No gang, no team, no dream, he ain't getting no cream like the NBA lock-out. Lean and the 'ack, .762's they hittin' his back, don't get your a** whacked. Four deep in the splat, no face got a Mac. Just me and lil' zan, endin' this world, just like the mines. These n***as be lyin', really be b**hes and leading the blind. She f**in' the crew. She f**in' for Molly, she f**in' for Tru. Pop up out the blue, you lookin' for me, I'm lookin' for you. Jump up out the jam, I don't give a damn, my beat goin' ham. They all for the Gram', How can I take it, won't tell on the fam. Aye, lean and the 'ack, .762's they hittin' his back, don't get your a** whacked, four deep in the splat, no face got a Mac, b**h [Hook: Foolio] I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day i'm gon' reach the top. I'm countin' my bets and that 40 a weapon, my shorty be loadin' that Glock. No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops These n***as be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot. And really he playin' it fake, you let that boy eat off your plate. Now you bout' catching a case, now your a** slingin' that kay. Now your a** hittin' them licks, now your a** f** with the six, now your a** posting them bricks. I'm one-hundred ain't switching for sh** [Verse 1: TJ] Pull up on a n***a in the stunna', Foolie a** tweakin' with the llama. Foolie a** shoot a n***a momma. Young n***a runnin' to the commas. Hop out wit' a pistol, i'm cleanin' this whistle, I'm freakin' the filter. My shooters will get ya', roll em' in the swisher, that p**y will jizzle. Just me in the splat, I'm watchin' my side, I'm watchin' my back. Not buckin' the jack, lil' bro got a Mac, he not tryna' chat. n***a get caught, he gone' snitch. He ain't really up to no sh**. p**y on the block saying "jhits". Young n***a tryna' hit licks. Young n***a, imma' stay the same, foreign car status, switchin' lanes, sweet as f**, imma' snatch his chain, n***a whole block on flames [Hook: Foolio] I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day i'm gon' reach the top. I'm countin' my bets and that 40 a weapon, my shorty be loadin' that Glock. No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops These n***as be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot. And really he playin' it fake, you let that boy eat off your plate. Now you bout' catching a case, now your a** slingin' that kay. Now your a** hittin' them licks, now your a** f** with the six, now your a** posting them bricks. I'm one-hundred ain't switching for sh**