Music: Rayvon Welch/Thomas LaRussel Dwayne/Altariq Crapps/Devon Clayton
Aye, from the windows to the wall (To the wall)
County checks and the EBT cards ('T cards)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all (Woke up)
Could be worse if I wasn't Top Dawg (Aye)
Look at God, look at God (Look at God)
Every second of my life I'ma ball (I'ma ball)
Look at God, look at God (Look at God, look at God)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all
Aye, check oven, got bread, made it do a cartwheel
I'm left field, Westfield, Blue Bills, Fox Hills
Laugh now, cry later 'cause I'm top tier
Loud mouthin' and all in traffic, he got parked steel (Parked steel)
Check this temp, I been sending out them hot waves, I'm top grade
I ain't scared to die, guess who got grazed? Do not play
Baby, I'm Muhammad in my block phase
Bleed a block, block a b***h, pull up with them box braids (Box braids)
Hoppin' out of Benzes, I'm trendin'
The city is ascendin', my blicky in attendance, aye, aye
'Cause I know what's coming like The Simpsons, aye, aye
Got put on a Tea for all that Lipton
Seven bad friends in a whole group, eight
If they from L.A. County, bet they all roommates
BBL healed, she just got a new shape (A new shape)
****ed two mixed girls, I made a new race
Aye, from the windows to the wall (To the wall)
County checks and the EBT cards ('T cards)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all (Woke up)
Could be worse if I wasn't Top Dawg (Aye)
Look at God, look at God (Look at God)
Every second of my life I'ma ball (I'ma ball)
Look at God, look at God (Look at God, look at God)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all
Keep my mouth full of gold, and I'm running with affiliates
Cadados from the pig feet, World Series, hit or miss
N****s don't like Donald Trump, but they wanna politic
Break me off some munyun, that p***y a chef's kiss
Aye, I ****ed every bitty on my friends list
I ****ed every bitty I was friends with
A weirdo is somebody I'on shake hands with
It's a spectrum full of n****s I make bands with
Try wop and get ghosted like a haunted house
We burnered down, burnered down, burnered down
Poly tattoos for the whole town
White girl ridin' shotgun, they love In-N-Out
Barbeque grill in my mug shot
House party go up, in that living room with gunshots
Wifi check glovebox, stand by me, need sunblock
Pump fake, get gumdrop, hoes love me like young 'Pac
From the windows to the wall (To the wall)
County checks and the EBT cards ('T cards)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all (Woke up)
Could be worse if I wasn't Top Dawg (Aye)
Look at God, look at God (Look at God)
Every second of my life I'ma ball (I'ma ball)
Look at God, look at God (Look at God, look at God)
Could be worse if I woke up, y'all
If Russ ain't hot, then it must be a blizzard in this b***h
Gettin' outta hand, caught a lizard in this b***h
It's magic, poof, I'm a wizard in this b***h
I'm cold enough to make her shiver in this b***h
I'm hustlin', I make cash every day
I'm on a run, they pass every play
Big black truck, I see my driver every day
I washed ashore, I'm fresh up out the bay
I never sold yay, I never did coke
Spent eight hundred on this Northface coat
I spent sixty dollars on these new Croc sneakers
I made it all back off of features
Preachers can't get a word like Russ
Write so fast you would think I'm in a rush
Kick dust, you wasn't 'round when I was in a rut
When I was on my ass, you wasn't tryna give me butt
Hush, if you ain't never did it, keep your mouth closed
I was on the Northside, rockin' South Pole
Had to ask to run the heater when the house cold
I embraced the silver lining now my mouth gold, cheese
I wake up and get paid
I been on ten like my age in 5th grade
You ever made 60K in six days?
Prolly not
N***a, what?
Hey, n***a, I was just with this n***a Ray the other day, n***a
N****s try to slide up in sum', try to fall up in sum'
N***a a little silent lot—, whatever that shit called
This shit must have ended up goin' off, n****s had to escape
N****s thought it was all good, Johnnies end up getting on n****s, you feel me?
End up gettin' this n***a Ray type shit, that n***a good though