Lonely at the Top

I wanna talk about bad decisions that people make
I wanna talk about bad decisions that people make
because one of the things I'm learning and have learned, that a lot of people um, make horrific choices

Ayo, rest in peace Prodigy
Rest in peace Voodoo Ray
So many problems but some of em aint cool to say
Used to move two a day
Talking about fluently
Break down into little pieces like when your tooth decay
So I wrote an album about how I used to be wild'n
Drug dealing and violent but now I'm using my talent
and your opinion aint valid if you never moved a package with me
Real hustlers they can vouch, I made some bad decisions
Now I'm motivated by Khaled, I've got a plate full of salad
It's more life, more paper and balance
and shorty straight from the pagent
She made cake for a habit
Have you waiting in traffic
She made you an addict
I added up my wins and my loses for the year
Apparently it's awkward when I wanna drop a tear
Now it's five thirty am and the bottle flowing
I just felt a small explosion in my stomach
Probably going down in the fire'y flames where I remain
My soul so tainted it melts when in the rain
But if you do the knowledge and research where it came
You see the government gave us the crack cocaine

Shit is lonely at the top in whatever you do
You always got to watch motherfuckers around you
The daps, the hugs, smiles and fake love
Take a look around you, probably got one in your crew

How can I judge
It's love but it ain't no love
Like you got the clientele but you ain't got no plug
These rap dudes now a days, they ain't not thugs
They career's like one beer, cause they ain't no buzz
Round the ghetto shits evil but I always had hope
Trying to educate people who don't wanna be woke
Put the diesel on the needle, you don't want to get poked
HIV is lethal and it ain't no joke
Rahkim shit, check how the media spin shit
Police kill a man, they said he shouldn't have flinched
We rent shit cause shorty's know that shit expensive
We balling out, Bently's, Beemer's and Benz
Go and tell your friends, homie got money to spend
And the way I make it drip she in love with my pen
A couple hundred days in trapping out the days inn
Waiting for that next presidential term to kick in

Cause is lonely at the top so whatever you do
You always got to watch motherfuckers around you
The daps, the hugs, smiles and fake love
Take a look around you, probably got one in your crew

I had one or two, shit had me sick as the flu
Looking at my homie like ah man not you
That's heart beak, how much can a warrior heart take
Probably make me sorry if I get on your tape
Things happen for a reason, look out for who's scheme
The coupe clean and the seats and roof heated
Blue suits all in your back, the trap feinding
The court system taking your stacks, so demeaning
Record sales all of my life, no streaming
Hip-hop henny and weed in blood streaming
Moon rocks all in the dutch, hot boxin'
They used to move rocks now they moving some boxes of Fentanyl
Hit us with the Regal, yea they get us all
Puerto Rico got not lights, they spent the bread on golf
Yea my pen is independent but it's better off
Gotta make another album cause I set it off

One bad decision can mess up your life
I believe God knows that if you're going to use the money for the right thing he'll put it in your hand