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top spot - dru bex & kay sade lyrics

(hook)
some of these weak emcees wanna reach, wanna be in the top spot
think they greaze, want the keys to the veechs wanna be in the drop top
tell dem ease, just cool down but they can’t cause they’re not hot
plus they wanna be street, wanna par with the devil but they can’t cause they’re not god

some of these weak emcees wanna reach, wanna be in the top spot
think they greaze, want the keys to the veechs wanna be in the drop top
tell dem ease, just cool down but they can’t cause they’re not hot
plus they wanna be street, till some man catch them sleep and pop*pop!

(verse 1 * dru bex)
some of these weak emcees couldn’t be in the breeze
couldn’t keep feet down, man would just get blown away like leaves
this ting is a…bumpy road with highs and lows like seas (tings get wavy)
some of them just can’t navigate them waves and man get cheesed
big mad, when you try to tell them what they spit been sad
how you trying to aim for the top of the game when the topics are lame, what your talking is fake like weaves (true)
big facts, spit garbage gonna need tic*tacs, this song is like the pre*diss track, can’t fit all this into neat zip bags like trees (like cron)
this track’s going out to all who distract, (diss track*diss track) from true creativity, bring it back for all who miss that (yeah)
cl!ck*clack, locked and loaded with big tracks
spot an opponent, just sit back, keep watch, in a moment just creep back and squeeze (leggo)
geeze, doing it for man like a*z, man dem from time know me nah, do the long talking, nah, man nah lazy (man nah play dat)
and no man ain’t jay*z, but i got a beyoncé check my ig, always come hard with the flow so clean, (whu yu se) check my hygiene!
(hook)
some of these weak emcees wanna reach, wanna be in the top spot
think they greaze, want the keys to the veechs wanna be in the drop top
tell dem ease, just cool down but they can’t cause they’re not hot
plus they wanna be street, wanna par with the devil but they can’t cause they’re not god

(verse 2 * kay sade)

summertime in the a heat when the kay speak
but i’m in the jerz with the ice, ice
vanilla white enzi’s feeling like driz with the pen
but i say to live right, right
and they don’t hear cause the stare so scary
but clearly i see what they need
god now, good news got next
say it like kanye jesus is king
and we the real thing like a tag on the seam of the bag, beep beep
when the thieves wanna take us and they ain’t got speed
road runner meep meep
whoa, y’all don’t even know how to bowl in my lane
all up in the gutter cause you roll with no aim
why lie to your fans? all you think of them as is a number
why die to get bands? y’all unanimously sounding dumber
but when the beat is going you outta pocket
i send the bpm up in a rocket, sorry, excuse me
you up in the c*ckpit move we are taking this over like who
khaled, in the name of the father like ooh
got em
dru and kay who would say we ain’t a problem?
moving the tide when the wave is out of focus
spin it behind me like katarra with a bokken
and i ain’t joking. and i ain’t
come up with your best and see me
and we can put it back in the hands of a pack that can really emcee it
done
(hook)
some of these weak emcees wanna reach, wanna be in the top spot
think they greaze, want the keys to the veechs wanna be in the drop top
tell dem ease, just cool down but they can’t cause they’re not hot
plus they wanna be street, wanna par with the devil but they can’t cause they’re not god

- dru bex kay sade lyrics

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