To The Top Lyrics - Jay Rock

South Central, home of the warzone where the great thugs roam 

Where we ain't promised nothing but shell-bullet wounds and tombstones 

Every man for himself in this concrete jungle, jungle 

Only the strong survive and the weak perish and crumble 

Yeah, niggas' pockets hurting, work day and night in them drug spots 

In the kitchen with them razors where the water boiling hot 

Blood plus crip plus wrong sign equals a shoot-out 

Then the Glock's pop then the block's smoking like a motherfucking Luau 

In the projects, watched a lot of niggas, seen a lot of niggas moved out 

Then mom said back dreaming of big ass, new house 

Then it's back to reality, smokers out back getting so high 

Watching niggas kill for a salary, watched a lot of great niggas die 

Colder the streets, never ever talk to the motherfucking police 

If you do better have a bullet-proof vest, better guard your mouth piece 

Yeah, I don't really care about what a nigga may say about me 

I'mma let you speak dollars into my pockets, watch them increase 

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Look at you, came from ground zero to the top 

Made something from nothing on that project block 

Switch your hustle, no more working that dope spot 

Middle finger to cops, tell 'em that we're legal now 

Yes, we legal now, do it for our people now 

Finally we eating now, make sure our belly's stay full 

We made nothing out of something, man 

You know, all the way to the top 

Make sure our belly's stay full 

Make sure our belly's stay full 

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Yeah, I got some, but I'm still on the block like a nigga never left 

Still on the grind all the time, gotta get mine doing what's best 

Yeah, I came up, but I never changed up on my niggas, no sir 

Let bygones be bygones, let it burn like Usher 

No chauffeur, I'm wheeling myself in a big '64 

Rims poking, three wheel motion, my lungs full of that herb 

My niggas still on the curb posted up like junkies at a liquor store 

For all my niggas that died in the war, yeah dawg, let the liquor pour 

Just Ciroc's, baby, hood shit is all I know 

Live life to the fullest, never know when a nigga gotta go 

That's how it is out here, dawg, really can't show no feel 

I've never seen a man cry 'til a man dies, then you see them tears 

Rest in peace, Nini, your grandson still looking handsome 

Still gotta keep canons cause them haters out there still can't stand us 

You said I got power, all I gotta do is grab hold to my pen 

Yeah, I loved you to my last breath, grandma, 'til we meet again 

Look at you, came from ground zero to the top 

Made something from nothing on that project block 

Switch your hustle, no more working that dope spot 

Middle finger to cops, tell 'em that we're legal now 

Yes, we legal now, do it for our people now 

Finally we eating now, make sure our belly's stay full 

We're like a train with no breaks 

Who gon' stop us? 

Make sure our belly's stay full 

Make sure our belly's stay full 

Yo, Rock, let me get it, let me breathe on it for a minute 

Speak for a minute, put my 2 cent in it for a second 

Let them get a view of my mind, backpack tucked with a nine 

Went to school with it, didn't play with it 

Didn't tell nobody it was mine 

It was my weapon, had it for my protection 

I didn't blink, not for a second 

Didn't pour my heart and soul to a reverend 

They're hypocrite anyway, rather put my full faith in God 

Had to stay on my grind something like when I was sumping 

Had to maintain my function back against the wall, they fronting 

Played the background like a movie extra 

Extra activities, no remedy for the crime going on, same old song 

Bet ya couldn't make it out here if you wasn't wasn't that strong 

Not mentally, but physically, had to get my psychology on 

Mama said I gotta come home, but I didn't, stayed out real late 

My excuse was ''how we gon' eat if it's no food on the plate?'' 

Now wait, think back, yeah yeah nigga, far far back 

Came from the bottom to the-the top, now tell me how you love that? 

Look at you, came from ground zero to the top 

Made something from nothing on that project block 

Switch your hustle, no more working that dope spot 

Middle finger to cops, tell 'em that we're legal now 

Yes, we legal now, do it for our people now 

Finally we eating now, make sure our belly's stay full