Top G

(This a Finesse Team) Not a loser cos my momma raised a winner Money looter I'm on my way to meet the Millers And if lose her guess I'm back to my old ways Steady reminiscing, in my head thinking about better days I just wish I had something to say The inner Poppa Doc come out of me Trying to converse, but not a fucking word come out of me I guess that's just how it supposed to be (Zoot) Double sword on me like Zoro, that's if I got to get shifty Gas on me like I'm in hell, but I'm with God when it's risky Gas on me Finesse apparel, shop online if you want I had to stack me up some Pape,cos I got tired of ones I really got a good heart, but baby I ain't the one For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun Hyperbolic when I talk, I guess depression is hitting I'm out here juggling my odds, that's why I'm stacking the ceiling At times I talk to myself, I swear that be the best feeling Cos when I'm all alone at night, I swear that be the best feelings I'm contemplating with demons, hoping I get to feel healing Not afraid to tell my truth, I feel like Kanye West I'm invested in the booth, so much I'm feeling possessed Underrated & neglected like I'm Ron Artest I don't bang, I don't claim but I'll bet you think it's Finesse Losing was never in my name, I'll say that shit with my chest (Ughhh) Take a trip in my shoes I bet you won't tie the laces Cos if you stepped in my shoes You'll see the struggles I'm facing Drew Jacksons and Ben Franklins, I'm chasing new dead faces I guess we back to the basics It's a struggle everyday, but Ima star in the making I'm having visions in my head of when I finally make it Of when I finally make it (zoot) Not a loser cos my momma raised a winner Money looter I'm on my way to meet the Millers And if lose her guess I'm back to my old ways Steady reminiscing, in my head thinking about better days I just wish I had something to say The inner Poppa Doc come out of me Trying to converse, but not a fucking word come Out of me I guess that's just how it supposed to be Can you tell my mom I love her please The way that we moving, I'm not too sure if I'll survive the streets And if I asked, would you be proud of me Would it better if I'm on my knees Telling you sorry won't mean shit to you Charging a fee cos I would never do that shit for free I say a prayer to my enemies Knowing damn well, they want rid of me Before I go out, I'll f*ck around and catch a felony And I'm sipping on that Hennesy I swear to god my pupils barely see Like Andrew Tate Ima forever be that Top G (Ima forever be that Top Ugh)