Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
In the parking lot
Sitting in the driver spot
Calling my connect just to connect the homies with the best
Gotta serve them quick just to avoid arrest
From the 5 o
Homies working 9 to 5 but still hustle down low
Haters see them scheming but the hell if I know
Hell if I know
Hell if I know
I know it sounds rugged when I hit the notes
I hypnotize your ears and make you listen to some rhymes I wrote
For years I've been trying to cope
With this mess
I give hope and hope for the best
So Instead of mope and depress
I'll be choking on pills instead
I'm in the zone
I'm one with the mind and soul
But tripping ain't easy
Remind me again I'm stunting I'm outta control
I'm outta my dome
I'm back on ma shit
I'm slacking I'm jacking your crib while you sleep in the evening
I walk on the shit I talk
I walk in this bitch like my name's on the lease
The more that I be around the beat the more the deceased
I come from the streets
I come with the facts
I spoke to the people
They gave me a seat
They told me rap
I gave them a kick then they gave me a clap so I gave them a sequel
I do it for them
Do it for mine
Do it for a man
Do it for a woman
Do it for a child
Do it for game
Do it for fame
Dig a rhyme
Spit a rhyme
Did the rhyme for fame
Killing y'all
Killing y'all
Killing y'all for fame
Killing y'all
Killing y'all
Killing y'all for fame
It's Life on the come up
It's Life on the come up
I plan to take over all of the summers
I plan to come through and put up drake numbers
I plan to grind for my own bread and butter
Flipping them ones into tens into hundreds
I will continue to stack on them numbers
And I will continue to stack on them numbers
And I will continue to stack on them numbers
Till I get the riches and I get the bitches
And I break the doors right up off of the hinges
In my case grinding is part of religion
Yes I'm an arab don't look at statistics
Man I swear to lord that I am on a mission
Multiplying checks ain't got time for division
Multiplying checks ain't got time for division
Multiplying checks ain't got time for division
Been born with the vision but you cannot see me
Beat you till you're blue have you looking like genie
You're wishing you're through from receiving this beating
Retaining the title like every season
Like 92 michael I'm f*cking repeating
Like nine seven michael again I'm repeating
Like 93 michael I'm f*cking 3 peating
Like 98 michael again I'm 3 peating
Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
Eye on the Top (feat. Wesam & Rayan) Video (MV)
Performed By: Ntitled
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Nawaf Alalyan, Rayan Ghazal, Wesam Shodari
Ntitled - Eye on the Top (feat. Wesam & Rayan) Lyrics
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Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
In the parking lot
Sitting in the driver spot
Calling my connect just to connect the homies with the best
Gotta serve them quick just to avoid arrest
From the 5 o
Homies working 9 to 5 but still hustle down low
Haters see them scheming but the hell if I know
Hell if I know
Hell if I know
I know it sounds rugged when I hit the notes
I hypnotize your ears and make you listen to some rhymes I wrote
For years I've been trying to cope
With this mess
I give hope and hope for the best
So Instead of mope and depress
I'll be choking on pills instead
I'm in the zone
I'm one with the mind and soul
But tripping ain't easy
Remind me again I'm stunting I'm outta control
I'm outta my dome
I'm back on ma shit
I'm slacking I'm jacking your crib while you sleep in the evening
I walk on the shit I talk
I walk in this bitch like my name's on the lease
The more that I be around the beat the more the deceased
I come from the streets
I come with the facts
I spoke to the people
They gave me a seat
They told me rap
I gave them a kick then they gave me a clap so I gave them a sequel
I do it for them
Do it for mine
Do it for a man
Do it for a woman
Do it for a child
Do it for game
Do it for fame
Dig a rhyme
Spit a rhyme
Did the rhyme for fame
Killing y'all
Killing y'all
Killing y'all for fame
Killing y'all
Killing y'all
Killing y'all for fame
It's Life on the come up
It's Life on the come up
I plan to take over all of the summers
I plan to come through and put up drake numbers
I plan to grind for my own bread and butter
Flipping them ones into tens into hundreds
I will continue to stack on them numbers
And I will continue to stack on them numbers
And I will continue to stack on them numbers
Till I get the riches and I get the bitches
And I break the doors right up off of the hinges
In my case grinding is part of religion
Yes I'm an arab don't look at statistics
Man I swear to lord that I am on a mission
Multiplying checks ain't got time for division
Multiplying checks ain't got time for division
Multiplying checks ain't got time for division
Been born with the vision but you cannot see me
Beat you till you're blue have you looking like genie
You're wishing you're through from receiving this beating
Retaining the title like every season
Like 92 michael I'm f*cking repeating
Like nine seven michael again I'm repeating
Like 93 michael I'm f*cking 3 peating
Like 98 michael again I'm 3 peating
Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
In the parking lot
Sitting in the driver spot
Calling my connect just to connect the homies with the best
Gotta serve them quick just to avoid arrest
From the 5 o
Homies working 9 to 5 but still hustle down low
Haters see them scheming but the hell if I know
Hell if I know
Hell if I know
I know it sounds rugged when I hit the notes
I hypnotize your ears and make you listen to some rhymes I wrote
For years I've been trying to cope
With this mess
I give hope and hope for the best
So Instead of mope and depress
I'll be choking on pills instead
I'm in the zone
I'm one with the mind and soul
But tripping ain't easy
Remind me again I'm stunting I'm outta control
I'm outta my dome
I'm back on ma shit
I'm slacking I'm jacking your crib while you sleep in the evening
I walk on the shit I talk
I walk in this bitch like my name's on the lease
The more that I be around the beat the more the deceased
I come from the streets
I come with the facts
I spoke to the people
They gave me a seat
They told me rap
I gave them a kick then they gave me a clap so I gave them a sequel
I do it for them
Do it for mine
Do it for a man
Do it for a woman
Do it for a child
Do it for game
Do it for fame
Dig a rhyme
Spit a rhyme
Did the rhyme for fame
Killing y'all
Killing y'all
Killing y'all for fame
Killing y'all
Killing y'all
Killing y'all for fame
It's Life on the come up
It's Life on the come up
I plan to take over all of the summers
I plan to come through and put up drake numbers
I plan to grind for my own bread and butter
Flipping them ones into tens into hundreds
I will continue to stack on them numbers
And I will continue to stack on them numbers
And I will continue to stack on them numbers
Till I get the riches and I get the bitches
And I break the doors right up off of the hinges
In my case grinding is part of religion
Yes I'm an arab don't look at statistics
Man I swear to lord that I am on a mission
Multiplying checks ain't got time for division
Multiplying checks ain't got time for division
Multiplying checks ain't got time for division
Been born with the vision but you cannot see me
Beat you till you're blue have you looking like genie
You're wishing you're through from receiving this beating
Retaining the title like every season
Like 92 michael I'm f*cking repeating
Like nine seven michael again I'm repeating
Like 93 michael I'm f*cking 3 peating
Like 98 michael again I'm 3 peating
Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
Eye on the top
Running the guap
Running with bop
Running with keys
Running the keys
It never stops
Writer: Nawaf Alalyan, Rayan Ghazal, Wesam Shodari
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid