Song Lyrics

I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
Police got me under pressure and I just won't pop
And when the fiends hit the corner, yeah they still gon' cop
I want tail from these bunnies and they sure gon' hop
I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
I got jackers in my mirror want to lift my drop
Too many haters in my ear, is they fags or what?
Washing all my money laundry bags of knots

On my way to the top, can't stop for the cop
In the drop do a buck twenty, beat the clock
I race them hours, burn them seconds
Each breath I take I count as a blessing
Time is rough, won't catch me pouting
I f*ck the world till she come like a fountain
Sell angel cake straight
from Hell Kitchen
With white girls, call them powder bitches

Power pimpin' these tricks tryna slip my dick in a Willie Lynch
I'm in sync with street and move with the heat but I'm cool on my feet as I walk
past cops on the beat

Every minute I'm alive is a miracle to me
That's why I stay high like birds and trees
My time ain't up till I'm top of the mountain
In the good life I stay money counting
I ain't scared, no fear in me
I am what I am, that's clear to see
Success in the air, you hearing me?
On the road to the riches, my destiny

On my way to the top, can't stop for the cop
In the drop do a buck twenty, beat the clock
I race them hours, burn them seconds
Each breath I take I count as a blessing
Time is rough, won't catch me pouting
I f*ck the world till she come like a fountain
Sell angel cake straight
from Hell Kitchen
With white girls, call them powder bitches

I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
Police got me under pressure and I just won't pop
And when the fiends hit the corner yeah, they still gon' cop
I want tail from these bunnies and they sure gon' hop
I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
I got jackers in my mirror want to lift my drop
Too many haters in my ear, is they fags or what?
Washing all my money laundry bags of knots

On my way to the top don't stop for these tricks
'Cause I'm way too hot, ninety-eight point six, burn ya hand, don't touch
I'll eat yo lunch, nigga like me be early so it's brunch
Nigga, its nuttin' to get you done, way so dirty it'll leave you stunned
Some like the phasers on Star Trek and I ain't get where I'm gone yet
Will I get there baby, that oh yes, the way I see it y'all no threats
Fake pims that laying down ho bets, I just came from off the wall, let's ball
Playing for it all don't stall shorty get it all don't crawl
Let me hold ya up, don't fall, need my help again just call

John Costello, Markell Parker, David Hilker, Tarik Holder

The duration of 2 Tha Top is 2:41 minutes and seconds.