Top Files

Lyrics
[Intro] (That's Vade on the keys) Free Von, nigga But this kind dirty Lil Top, nigga, YoungBoy [Chorus] They don't like who I am I don't like it one bit myself (Not one bit) They don't understand me ('Stand me) I don't understand myself (Myself) My sis say that she heard "Boom" As they tried bringin' grandmom back inside the livin' room, oh, ah-ah I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (Oh, God) I say I trust you, so long, yo, BaBa [Verse 1] Self-made warrior (Warrior), I done slept on concrete beds and all (And all) Got tears fallin' down (Down), you can't tell behind the collect calls (You can't) If I stand, it's a war (War), even if I don't, we all fall (All fall) Black man, can you lend a hand? (Hand), we loadin' up, takin' back what's ours (Takin') Uncle died breakin' in a house, this shit so grimy (So grimy) He gon' do that time to take your time, this shit so slimy (Slimy) Inside a hospital bedroom, I guess where I'm is (Where I'm is) Inside the streets where I lay, outside that buildin', I'll exit (Where I exit) These some street nigga files, this ain't no poetry (No) It's all-out war, we leavin' blood in the streets (No) If I die wakin' out, my soul, my family should keep I'm already burnt, someone please hold on to me [Chorus] They don't like who I am I don't like it one bit myself (I don't like it one bit myself) They don't understand me (They don't understand me) I don't understand myself (I don't understand myself) My sis say that she heard "Boom" As they tried bringin' grandmom back inside the livin' room, oh, ah-ah I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (Oh, God) I say I trust you, so long, yo, BaBa [Verse 2] I ain't in disguise, head in the skies, plenty times I done cried (Cried) Plenty nights outside steady slangin' fire, bet my life for a while I done been baptized, but still I don't know Are we forgave for killin' ones who tried? Or for murderin' ones who murdered our brothers? And the shooters see God, those the ones died And hat shit made me can't sleep at night Wake up at 6 every mornin', blame it on drank, I don't know why I don't love the one I sleep on side every night, know that that's a lie But that's me, give me a rush, say what's the hype? You got the drop, then what's the price? [Outro] Yeah, we gon' pop his head tonight (Pop), we gon' knock him off tonight (Pop) Pop, pop, pop, pop Ohh-ohh-ohh
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Credits
- Writers
- Vadebeatz
- Samuel Velasco
- YoungBoy Never Broke Again