At the Top Killer Mike (Ft. Lady G)

[Intro: Killer Mike]
I hear you be like
"Michael, but I love you Michael
I can be you everything Michael, and-
One, one day you're gonna understand that, um
Y'know, those people around you, those girls
They don't really love you they're just there for the money"

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
I'm sittin' at the top, I got a bird's eye view
Downtown condo purchased by the birds I flew
Actually I purchased this with the words I drew
Reminiscin' on the days when the birds I flew
Bird flu money got a nigga hot like fever
Life a cold bitch but I ain't ever trying to leave her
I'mma get them dollars, pour bottles and fuck some models
Write a hit about it, do the same shit tomorrow
Ay I tried to tell my bitch that I can't sit or fuckin' nap
Till I'm sitting on top like a Braves fitted cap
Got my name jumpin' out the floor and straight up through the roof
Now I got them hoes jumpin' out their clothes and in the coupe
Then I take 'em to the condo, rip 'em all, cut 'em loose
Tell 'em "See y'all in the morning ladies, I got shit to do"
Then it's back to the money and the hustle and the griz-ind
If a bitch think she trumps that she's out her motherfucking miz-zind