On top a the shit
Written by: Trill

Verse 1:
My rhymes like head shots, kill don’t sting ya,
You wanna battle me on stage but yo mom don’t wanna bring ya,
Want me to embarrass yo ass publicly then meet me on jerry springa,
Now I’m a down ta earth person, but aint nuthin worse-then,
Losin all my wealth, maybe except fo losin all my health, I know I’m not in danger,
Cuse I know how those situations r meant to be dealt,
I’m 1 of em attackers, who wait to jump you in the drive thru in mackers,
That boy outta control, he on a roll, knock that fool down n snatch his triple 5 soul,
Fuck life I aint livin it to the fullest, i’m a end my own, with a hollow tip bullet,
I aint need to get murdered,
I’m a aim the gat at my head hand on the trigga n pull it,
But fo the moment I’m a live it till I can, I aint stickin around here I got a bigger plan,
I know shits gunna click, cuse know life’s in God’s hand,
U don’t wanna battle with the masta, u spit quick, but I shut yo ass down fasta,
Don’t get fooled by the lens, don’t get jealous cuse a the Benz, rims ova 20’s not 10’s,
I crush emcee’s with every rhyme, I start beef with every line,
I don’t purchase ice by the price, I only look at the quality, to be precise.
Chorus:
Now I’m on top a the shit,
The game is mine, my time to shine,
I silence u to a mime wit the nine,
Yo rhyme worth, about a dime,
I drop bombs with every line,
Everytime I spit it’s gotta be a hit,
Move ova bitch, its my time.
Verse 2:
Now I’m just a funny mutha fucka,
I aint a comedian, that aint sumthin I try be-ing, but u mite see me-in, a fly B-M,
I disable yo abilities to talk again (ag-en), stop u from breathin, snatch yo oxygen,
Bitch I aint please-able, two me’s, shit like that is unfeasible,
Ya’ll cant afford me, yaw Benzino old rappers dun bored me,
Now a days its like there’s no mo privacy,
Imagine a shadow like me in the army, private me,
Out getting stripes n stars, drivin them hummer cars protectin my country,
Fuck that, I can do that out on the street & plus I’m hungry,
I don’t care if I aint make this record deal,
Cuse I already do otha shit to eat,
I wear a 0-5 on my chest or a 2-3 on my back, right now I got 2 or 3 dollas in my stack,
Faggot the only time u in the hood, is when u on yo track.
Chorus:
Now I’m on top a the shit,
The game is mine, my time to shine,
I silence u to a mime wit the nine,
Yo rhyme worth, about a dime,
I drop bombs with every line,
Everytime I spit it’s gotta be a hit,
Move ova bitch, its my time.
Verse 3:
Of course, a shadow like me gunna end up unsigned with hype in the source,
Cuse no one wants to give me a record deal,
Cuse er’body despise me, they don’t like the street wise me,
They want the gangsta poppin collars, bouncing in impalas,
Launderin dollas, outside a school waitin to blast scholars,
I only talk bout sumthin when I do it, fuck yo vest, these shells still gunna go through it,
I’m threw with the rap shit, this aint gunna work, industry people’s jerk,
They next on my list ta merk,
I’m tired a rappin, cuse shit fo me aint gunna happen,
No ink work, no recordin studio, no music video, I wanna get on life force radio,
But I don’t think they gunna pay-me-though,
If I eva see you on my property, bitch I’ll break ya off properly,
How the fuck am I gunna make mills rappin in Australia,
My only option is to drop hits every time no room fo failure,
Pac’s gone, so stop talking makin money off him,
By talking bout him on yo song,
Show some respect, we got people wearin band-aids to look like a thug,
Man stop tryin to be down with the east coast,
We was neva shakin in the first place,
Lets see what your hidin when we snatch that band-aid off yo face,
Man you neva heard no one like this before, my rhymes now ill, they aint sick no mo.
Chorus:
Now I’m on top a the shit,
The game is mine, my time to shine,
I silence u to a mime wit the nine,
Yo rhyme worth, about a dime,
I drop bombs with every line,
Everytime I spit it’s gotta be a hit,
Move ova bitch, its my time.
Outro:
Man stop tryin to make new trends,
Take that shit off yo face, you only losin friends,
Take it from me, only fourteen n I’m twice as betta then you,
Start a clothin company or sumthin, call it band-aid’s r us,
Next time I see ya you betta not have that shit on yo face,
Or I’ll slap the black outta you bitch,
Punk ass mutha fucka wearin band-aids to look cool, faggot.