To the top (remix)

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Dead man productions

[intro; dravin]
Everyone has a time
A time to get up
A time stand up
A time to fight
To bash it out
To rise to the top
This is my time

[verse 1; dravin]
U better watch out
I'm playing my cards
Yeah
I'm playing the game
Rocking the east side
This ant no dick bait
Ant no click bait
Might be chick bait
This is my rise to the top
This is a movement
This is my rise to the top
Got all these people
All these hatters on me
I ant mad
They trying to bring me down
They be spreading rumor's
Saying i can't rap
They need to put a cap on it
They always talken shit
Belong in a pit
Always doping the soap
Got u in my scope
U need to cope
Before i mop the whole east side with u
I might be whiter
Bitch i'm a fighter
I'm a fucken writer
A rapper
Bitch i'm rising
All the fucken way to the top
Better watch out
Cuz this is a movement
,my movement
This is my rise to the top
What u gonna do
Ur just a hatter
Bitch i don't give a dam
Eminem u looking like a ham
Bitch your rap is spam
Bitch u ant in my fam
So i don't give a dam
I be jaming
I don't give a dam
I'm doing this for me
U or no one/
Can stop me
I don't give a dam
Your not in my fam
So i don't give a dam
No one can hop over me
Bitch i'm coming
(i'm coming)
For u
All of u hatters

[verse 2;dravin]
I don't give a dam
Your not in my fam
Bitch u looking like a ham
U in a jam
Man fuck u
I don't give a dam
I'm doing this for me
So fuck u
I'ma be who i set out to be
I don't give a dam
Bitch i'm not afraid to take a stand
U better watch out
I'm coming for u
Coming for all the hatters
Better watch out
Better pray
U ant got no hope
U be crying like a bitch, bitch
I'm coming for all of u
I'm the rap demon
U got no hope
Bitch fuck the pope
Your pope can't help u now
U got no hope
Got u in my scope
Com,e on
All u wanna do is talk
Come on call the cops
Call bitch
I'm not afraid
Not afraid of no po-po
Oh
I'm not afraid
Yeah
You are tho
I know
I got u shaking in your boot
Oh
Did i hurt your feelings
Bitch your crying
Yeah
U crying
Bitches be lying
U be snitching
Come on
Ur on the ground
U be crying
Bro what happened
(what happened)
What happened to the thug
The tough guy
What happened
U were acting all tough
Calling yourself a thug
Bro u fake.'
Like drake
U a phony
A poser
A loser
Bro u need to cope
Cope with the facts
Your. not no thug
Yeah
Your not a thug
U be looking like a pug
Your not a thug
Your on the ground crying
U be lying
Bro u crying like a bitch, bitch
U be calling your self a thug
Your soft bitch
U ant no thug
Might be a pug
Calling yourself a thug
Looking like a pug
Bitch u no thug
U a fucking pug
Your soft
Bitch u week

[verse 3; dravin]
Ur not a thug
Looking like a fucking rug
Bitch u drooling like a pug
U like a bug
Bitch u need to put the shut to the up
Before u get mugged
U no thug
U a phony
A poser
A loser
Hit
U tried to hid it
Like Victoria
Now your secret out
Now they all know sport
U got your panties in a bunch
Oh
How u like me now
Got all these girls in my D.M
Were your D.M at
Oh wait
I don't give a dam
No one ever text u
Aye
Bitch u always lying
Now they know
Now your ass on the ground
Crying
U sounding like a bitch, bitch
Cuz u be lying
Telling everyone u a thug
But your not
U look like a rug
Drooling like a pug
Ur a phony
All u do is lie
U on the ground crying
Crying like a lil bitch..
U sound like a bitch, bitch
U belong in a ditch
Bro i know
U need to cope
Cope with the fact
Bitch your a phony
Your time is up
It's over
Bitch you're finished.,
You're outta here
Bro are you stupid
Estúpido
What language do I have to say it in
For you to hear me clearly?
Bitch your show's over
Got canceled
U fuckin' failed

[verse 3 part 2; Epiph@ny]
Okay will see what I can do
I’ll do To The Top but I’ll write my own fast part unless you have a specific fast part you want me to let loose
Okay I put in some lyrics and changed a couple of yours to give it a polished sense
Just in case you don’t get it
Here it is
I’m comin' to grips
I got the grip
The momentum will flip
I’m cracking' the whip
On myself
Y'all better go back to yo' shelf
A wack pack of skill y'all lack I’m just myself
You say that nothing we say rhymes with that orange
So stupid I'ma have to slam you ‘gainst a door hinge
Can I get a floor gage
Can we please go turn the page
This stage
Is mine
I won’t back down I feel that it’s time
Feeling like some venomous perilous aconite
I won’t stop my fight
No matter what my plight
I may go down but I’ll rise yet another night
This is my life
Aughhhh!
You’re no thug
I will walk over you all like y'all a cozy rug
Drooling like a pug
You snug like a bug?
It’s time for you to put the shut to the up
This rap ain’t no hug
Y'all feeling this beat?
Feels like it could legit
Be a hit
You tried to hide it
Keep it a secret
Oh Victoria gets it
Now your secret’s out
You spouting lies like a water spout
Wooooo!

[verse 4; dravin]
Bitch its over
Wish i could say sorry
Wish i could say will miss u
Wish i could say u had a good run
But bitch
We all know u didn't
U just got lucky some how
Bitch without dray
U nothing
Shit
All u do is take credit for the songs dray wrote
He the real rapper
U just the bitch, bitch
Bro u fucken failed
Get outta here
Get outta my face
U a failure at life
Bitch u railed hip hop
U failed rap
Now get out my face
U always be talking shit
Bro u were named after a candy
Bitch i'm Drako
I was named after a gangster
They call me the prodigy
Bitch how could i loo up to u
Your 5.8
I'm 5.10
Bitch your under me
This is my time
Bitch get outta my face
I;'me rising to the top
U talk about being on the top
Okay
Come on
This is my rise to the top
Fuck u Eminem
I'm rising to the top