Testo di Top Flight

I got it Yo, tell me who he fucking with now Born and raised in Maryland but landed out in SoCal Had a lot of bitches in my lap but I'm a dad now Peep the vocals, I'm too mixed like a pair of focals Who wanna throw down? I'm Rooster Jenkins with the revolver You don't want no showdown, better slow down, I [?] lowdown When I get it, it go down, your shit is primitive In the west snapping tracks like [?] unlimited My shit definitive, throwback like Jay-Z's Can I Live I switch flows like Uncle Phil switches Aunt Vivs Welcome to the gauntlet, rap is my house The day I die I'm coming back to haunt it Yeah, nigga got money but never flaunt it Nah, you just want it, nah, you just want- Yeah, I rock a Rollie, rock a chain I got money like I'm Rockerfeller, man Who gives a fuck? I spit that flame Rock a hundred thousand people headlining Lollapalooza Fuck a Lamborgini, pull up in a battle cruiser Nigga, what? I got it