This is a song about "Made it to the top"

Yo let’s take it back to hip-hop from the top of the show,

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

I've made it in the building

I only got one rule, no kissing

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Here you better scope it, climb to the top just my hands i rope it,

From the bottom to the top

I know you just doing your job

We made it to perfection

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

I make her cum a lot

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

I'm just expected to be respected, not to climb to the top

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block